Boy
Rain thumps
Against the window
Pane. The wind
Howls.
A car horn sounds
And lights flash
Along with the
Lightning. Car brakes
Screech into
Thunder.
The world goes black.
A small boy cries
Into darkness
For his
Mother
Who doesn’t
Seem to hear.
The thunder stops.
All goes silent.
Except the boy’s
Muffled sobs.
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