Tuesday, 16 October 2012

The Storm By Whitney K-E

The Storm

By Whitney K-E

Looking out the window, Sarah bit her lips as she took in the turbulent scene outside. It had been raining non-stop for a week now, the patter of rain on the tin roof that sheltered her head getting heavier, louder with every day that passed. At first she’d been relieved; the sound of rain sweet promising lush green pastures and an end to the drought that had plagued her homeland over the last few months. Yet, when the rain had not let up, the sky continuing to darken as the wind battered the small cottage she lived in, her worry intensified. The flash flood warnings had finally been sent out and her brother, Dan and husband, Andrew had set out to muster the steers that grazed on the river flats, leaving her here to wait and wonder.

Walking over to the fireplace, she crouched down in front of it. Harley, one of the working dogs, laid down beside her, huffing as he settled his head atop his big paws.

‘I know,’ she said, scratching the dog behind the ears. ‘I miss him too.’

The dog’s ears pricked and suddenly, he was bolting for the door, barking as he went. Rushing to the window, Sarah peered out, searching for two riders. It was hard to see through the rain but finally she spotted a lone rider. Fear sunk its teeth into her. As the rider near, her anxiety increased when another did not appear. Turning, she raced to the door, flinging it open just as the rider pulled up and swung down from the horse that danced beneath him. Leading the horse behind him, the man stepped into the light. Filled with both relief and worry, she ran toward her brother, latching onto his arm, her heart racing in her chest.

‘Where’s Andrew?’

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