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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