Tempestuous
by Lori R. Lopez
Scratching was audible beneath the fury of wind and rain. Whatever lurked outside during this beastly weather, the elderly man wanted no part of it. “Go away!” A hoarse plea. “You’re not welcome here!”
The scores against wood paused. Then the rasping continued, more insistent. A low howl matched the wind’s intensity. The thing had grown impatient, its wails unsettling.
“Blasted racket! Can’t a man sleep?” Climbing back into bed, he remembered. His wife went out to secure the barn. He forgot and bolted the door once the tempest turned ugly. She always did have an awful temper!
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