Friday Fictioneers – The Storm

18 06 2014

Hi folks, it’s been a while. I promise to try and visit more often in future.

This week’s posted pic is from before my time, so you get treated to a brand new story. However, I do remember the pic at the top of the page (sandy path down to beach). I fondly remember it inspiring a zombie story.  Well, I had only recent read World War Z at the time. Check it out if you’ve got the time – both my story and the book! (Update – Having looked, it’s not the same picture after all! Just similar)

(c) Mary Shipman

The Storm

With a wrenching of timbers and a smashing of boards, destruction spread throughout the house. No room was left untouched as the raging storm that had been brewing steadily for the last hour passed through the flimsy wooden structure like a wrecking ball.

Miraculously untouched, a young woman stood in the centre of the room. Like the eye of the storm she exuded an otherworldly calm as she surveyed the increasingly expensive damage.

“Tom, calm down. I’m sure England can still qualify for the quarter finals.”