-Lightning-

The storm was still raging.

She liked storms, she had nothing against them. Tonight was different.

He had come in soaked tonight but now he was dozing off on the sofa. She turned to look at him, his head adorably lolling forward onto his chest.

It had changed - she had changed. She no longer wanted the same things. Everything now seemed less real unless she experienced it with him. He had to be there.

And what did she want now? She wanted to be with him, whatever it was that they did.

She walked over and snuggled up to him.

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The Little Tornado.

The Little Tornado is ....

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Marisa Wikramanayake
Freelance Writer & Editor,
Board Member of SoEWA and Writing WA
http://www.marisa.com.au