June 23, 2010
"And carry in the ashtray while you're at it," Ginny said, stumbling toward the garage with the patio umbrella in her grasp. "What's the big deal?" Susan griped. Ginny made a dismissive gesture and slammed the side door to the garage. Susan sat back down, gazing up at the disfigured cloud formations. She took another sip of her beer and watched the lightning bugs flicker, glimpsing a silhouette in the backyard. "Kate?" She inquired amidst the deteriorating weather conditions. But with the next flash of lightning, her sister's friend disappeared. Susan pored her beer through the cracks, willfully petitioning shelter.