The Old Man and the Storm episode one

     The storm roared at the setting fire-red sky as the old man raced to find sanctuary.  Dripping wet, the old man took cover trying to start a fire to cause warmth for his icy bones.  Finally, heat has been created.  Pondering, what was the purpose of this storm for the old to blast off the young beauty?  Nobody knows.  The young beauty did die a beautiful death.  The black carnivorous went in to the kill making the sun setting beauty to disappear.  But even so…why murder such a young and innocent child who hasn’t made a mark on this world?  

    A roaring flash of lightening spread through out the sky lighting up the sky with burning fire.  The timpani sounded off dropping the thunderous bombs south on the ground like blitz ready to destroy everything and everyone in its path.  A bright flash and then a hard crash and ripped out the whole front yard only a couple feet away from the front door.  

    The old man was terrified of the conflagration almost stirring over head.  He then escapes into the kitchen to steal some finds such as bread and cheese, and a couple bottles of wine, some candles, and afghan to stay warm with.  And into the root cellar he went……crash and boom and lights flickering.  Pouring a second glass of wine he little the candles and said some prayers.  

    “Oh, Dear Lord,  please save us from from this unearthly storm”.  God did have other “unearthly” storms such as floods and storms of locusts came to earth terrorizing the beings condemning them to live better lives and to treat others with decency.  “I’ll do anything your want just don’t kill me”.  

    God thought and thought then decided to take advantage of the situation…

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