Sunday, June 22, 2014


Water Reserve

Storm was his name. He was a guide at a park.
Storm never missed a day at work.
Storm was an example. Well, except for the hurry. People told him to slow down. He wouldn’t, ever. People told him that they wanted to enjoy the walk. He replied they could enjoy it fast.
Storm rushed through life as quickly as he could, until that day when he decided he needed a change. The midlife crisis, people whispered.
He crossed the street to the park slowly, enjoying the quiet moments before a day’s work and he got hit by a speeding truck.


  1. you are too perverse !! :D Poor Storm!

    1. With the prompt storm, I really didn't want to go down the path of "there was a storm" or "the eye of the storm"! So... I came up with a stormy end for poor Storm!

  2. Anonymous6/24/2014

    Ooo LOVE! :)