Waiting The thunder rolled like the bass drum of a marching band, steadily, continuously. The rain pounded relentlessly against the bare windows and lightning illuminated the dark grey sky. The eerie sound of the wind as it shrieked and howled alone was enough to awaken the dead and yet, all that she could hear was the deafening, monotonous ‘tick, tock’, of the grandfather clock in the corner. Here she had sat for the past two …showed first 75 words of 1006 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1006 total…her deep sleep, she carried her over to the window. She had finally put some order into this carnival of horror and now she was looking to the future. The future for her family – it didn’t matter how hard it would be, no longer would she persist in waiting. “I follow straight without complaints or grief, Since if my sent be good, I care not if It be as short as yours”. George Herbert