Barbara's POV:
Dark. Scary. Black.
Tornado? Hurricane? Tsunami? Walmart Shortage?
Something was off today. The sky threatened to spill its bitterness on the tiny town in Florida. George was gone at work. He had been working till the wee hours of the night. I miss him. Boy do I miss him! My offsprings don't mind. When George is out we get KFC.
The clouds began to cry softly. I also cried. For the grass, for the rough soil, for the birds hiding from the rain, for the worms that will be shriveled up and dead by morning, and I cried for myself.
Work. Work. Work.
Why must you earn money? Why can we not have money given to us?
The dodge rolled up. George ran into the house. Leaving me alone once again. Wow.
Two minutes later, George comes back out with a towel. Oh my sweet, sweet spouse.
He is so sweet.