Winds howled at frightening decibel pitch outside her window as Payal sat sipping her tea. Placing one hand gingerly on the glass pane she watched the rains beat down upon the garden and wondered what would happen to her flowers. The sheer wrath of the storm troubled her.
What had man done to the earth?
A door slammed and her face brightened. Neel was home. She ran to hug him and stopped in shock. There he stood, not a drop of water on his person. Slowly she turned to look at the window as the storm continued to rage. Turning back, she saw Neel.
Babe, what. . . how? The storm?
Neel looked confused. “Storm? It’s perfectly sunny outside. What are you talking about?”
Payal’s cup fell from her shaking fingers as the wind shrieked angrily in the background.
Welcome to the Bar-A-Thon, the blogging challenge over at Blog-A-Rhythm. I’m blogging every day this week and will be writing short pieces of fiction on each of the daily prompts.
I’ve also taken up the theme of the 7 deadly sins and will touch upon one each day.
Today’s prompt: Stranger than fiction
Today’s theme: Wrath