Written: March 2009
Disclaimer: You sue, I start writing Noir style.
Author's Note: Post-Meridian
Wind
It was exactly the kind of wind she loved. Very cold, but not too cold for her. She'd been bowled over by it countless times as a child, usually when holding cumbersome class presentations on large scraps of refrigerator box. It had made driving in her tiny silver classic a nightmare, but when she stepped out of the car, she stood and let the wind cradle her.
More clouds raced past the moon, and she pulled her cell phone from her pocket, remembering an order. "Colonel, it's Carter. I'm home in one piece. It hasn't even started raining yet."
"Good to hear. Are you standing outside? Sounds like a hurricane."
"I wonder if he's in the wind."
A pause. "Get some sleep, Carter." Another, longer pause. "The wind will be back."
A vacuum stole her breath from under her ribcage and slithered away with the air. He hadn't heard her gasping. "Yes sir," she said. "Goodnight sir."