Submitted by Lori R. Lopez on Thu, 07/23/2009 - 7:52pm
HUMIDITY AND SHADOWS LINGERED. The storm had evanesced. Noél scratched a sticky scalp. His body felt cramped from sitting too long. He wanted this nightmare to end and speculatively stretched out to emerge.
The tempest, as if taunting him, began again — a prepensive torrent; a rampant moratorium.