Annie was finally 93 years old. She was so old, so tired. She lived on the outskirts of Manchester. A farm that she and her late husband owned. A great storm has just passed and she was sitting on the old rocking chair that was on the even older porch. Annie was soaking in the rays of the sun from the calm after the storm. Thinking back on the past of when she and her husband would speed around corners with their Gov driving. Her husband Sam yelling at the Gov that the guy wouldn't be any deader if they got there five minutes later. She closed her eyes for the final time, thinking of her husband smiling with the rest of their team. Their fearless Gov in the front leading. Sam standing next to him, not afraid to challenge him. Chris and Ray with their arms around each others shoulders, the two goof balls that turned out to be alright coppers. And herself, next to Sam with his arm around her waist. Yes, he's waiting for her, they all are. Annie smiled and sighed her last breath.
Wow that was the most depressing thing I have ever written. My writing teacher gave us a series of prompts by having us pick about 4 random numbers then put what each number was like after a storm, on a porch, reminiscing, I think those are 3 of the 4 I had. I had this done for about a month or so but my teacher had the hard copy and is lazy about passing back papers. But my friends face after she read this was priceless because I normally write lighthearted stuff in class so I have no idea where this came from. I'm going to stop rambling now and y'all should review this story.