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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