Scout and the Humongous Thunderstorm
“Hero’s frightened,” Scout says.
“So I see,” I laugh.
“Not. Funny.” Scout glares at me and crawls under the bed to comfort her whimpering friend.
As I leave the room, she begins singing. When I reach the kitchen, the storm suddenly stops. I glance out the window and see a profusion of out-of-season flowers where only moss had been. Scout and Hero are happily chasing butterflies.
“Purple tulips, pink daisies, green and golden butterflies,” Scout had sung to Hero. The very scene in front of me now.
All around their sunny oasis, the storm still rages, jet-black and terrifying.
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Ohhh, you have introduced a supernatural element! With Scout’s innocence, I feel sure that she will use her powers only for good.
I can sense that Scout’s newly discovered power is the beginning of more stories ahead. So glad and excited to read more about Scout. You playfully painted this scene in my mind, “Scout and Hero are happily chasing butterflies.”
“Purple tulips, pink daisies, green and golden butterflies,” Scout had sung to Hero.
Well done.
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