A sister struggling with PTSD requests something from her brother.
She turns off the flashlight and fidgets with it like she’s saving it for other places. “The bear called the power company.” She turns for the fridge and downs a pitcher of purple liquid. “Those thunder cracks were so loud,” she says after gasping. “And that wind. Everything got dark except for the lightning. The bear checked the windows. I positioned myself behind the sofa. On my belly. Just in case.”William Auten – “Confluence”
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