The sun had not long set, and traces of deep, angry reds and pinks tinged the undersides of the storm clouds.
Its white paint was flaking off to expose grime-streaked grey wood underneath, and the black windows seemed like dead eyes watching over the lawn. Tracks of mascara ran down her blanched cheeks, and she flinched when lightning cracked across the sky, blindingly white behind the house’s silhouette.Īshburn rose huge and twisted above them. Her ears were full of pounding feet and gasping breaths, and her mother’s arms held so tightly it hurt.
Huge raindrops hit Adrienne’s exposed arms and face as her mother carried her out of the porch’s shelter and down the groaning wooden steps.
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