One – The Storm
The loud crashing of thunder could be heard at the filming location, even though it was miles away. The wind howled as it blew with a force so powerful it could possibly move a gravestone. The trees swayed so much they seemed ready to snap in half. The sky had turned a crimson colour, the sun had disappeared, and the clouds – if there were any – were jet black. There was the occasional flash of lightning which, strangely, flashed in various colours.
Julian sighed as he wandered around, quite clearly bored. They had finished filming the second-to-last episode for the third series of Mighty Boosh, and were about to go home when the storm came. At first they had waited for it to die down. But as the storm progressed, it was impossible to go out in such dangerous conditions, resulting in everyone being stranded at the filming location.
Noel was sitting quietly behind the counter of the shop, idly looking around while tapping his fingers. Michael was sitting against the window, looking out to see how the storm was doing; Rich was nowhere to be seen; and Dave was also walking around looking tired. The rest of the crew were in the back of the shop.
The storm continued on and on, showing no signs of stopping. Everyone occasionally kept shooting quick glances at the clock, as if it was a new hobby. Julian stared at it so much he swore the clock had stopped moving.
"This is getting boring," said Noel at last, breaking the silence. Dave and Michael simply nodded.
"How long has the storm been running for?" asked Julian, glad the unnatural silence was finally broken.
"Dunno. Maybe two, three hours," answered Noel dully. He now had both his elbows on the counter, his palms pushed against his cheeks. "The thunder hasn't roared in a while."
"Its miles away from us," said Michael, still looking out. He was staring up, watching the lightning. The thunder boomed again. "See?"
"Yeah … I do …" said Noel sleepily as his head hit the counter. "When can we go home? Urgh…"
"That's new, green lightning," said Michael. "Do you want to join in?"
"No thanks," said Dave. Instead of pacing around, he slouched onto a chair, rubbing his eyes. "I'm so tired, I could fall asleep." The words had barely left his mouth when he yawned.
Noel sighed. His face was completely hidden under his mass of hair. It looked as if a thick strand of seaweed was covering his head from view. Julian went over to Michael and sat down next to him. He looked up and saw the continuous flashing of lightning in different colours. Each lightning lasted for about a second before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"Interesting, isn't it?" asked Michael drearily. Julian nodded, his eyes never leaving the show of lightning. It was almost like a firework show, except it was quieter and running much longer.
At last the storm stopped. The crimson sky soon became a dark blue, the clouds faded to a shade of brilliant white, the sun suddenly appeared once again, the wind no longer howled, and everything became still. Julian thought he could hear the faint sound of birds singing, to his surprise. As quickly as the storm had gone, the weather was the equivalent to a perfect summer's day.
"That's odd," muttered Julian as he got off the windowsill. Noel's head was no longer resting on the counter, and Dave was back on his feet. For a moment they waited to see if the weather really was perfect.
"It should be safe to go," said Michael. Agreeing, they left through the front door, unaware of what was to come.
