Storm Express

This is written as a Six Sentence Story based on Denise’s word prompt- Express

It was close to midnight. We decided to drive to the beach to experience the ocean under the moonlight.

We swam far and deep out of the ocean, exhilarated, shrieking with excitement between waves. The waves built bigger and stronger tossing us to a dangerous new high.

Then came the indigo storm, running towards us like an express train, forcing us to swim for our life. When it hit the shore in such great force, we were spat out like wreckage, exhausted and intertwined, looking like a cluster of seaweeds.

Summer storm

the sun is pure heat and the air is thick
my breathing is laden
sweat like honey dripping out the comb
except it’s sour and salt and vinaigrette

lying underneath the oak tree
the still air brings no relief
the leaves are like an over woven fish net
pressing down slowly to scoop me up
the creepy fear descending on me

then a blistering light broke my fear
following by a whip crackling
my pleated skirt and hair flying off
I feel the fat raindrops sizzling on my skin

the orchestra is playing louder and louder now
it’s only fitting to dance to its magnificence
running wild barefoot on the wet mossy grass
carrying the weight of drapey clothes and hair
‘freedom! freedom!’ is all the lyrics I utter