From the Inside

by fiesa

Quite the usual mess. Just of the internal sort. Jaina, Jag – two missiles on collision course. Take cover and prepare for impact. Fifty 100-word drabbles.

31. Lightning, Thunder

31 – Lightning/Thunder

"I told you!" She snapped at him. "We shouldn't have waited!"

"I don't remember you objecting," Jag shot back. "We agreed-"

"Agreed my ass!" Jaina shook her head, water spraying everywhere. "I told you it was stupid!"

A flash lit their surroundings: a surreal world in black and white. The rain was now falling so hard they were completely soaked, wet to the bones.

Jag gripped her wrist. "Jaina-"

"Stang," she said. "I can't believe I agreed to this."

He kissed her – in the pouring, warm summer rain, his lips hot on hers.

"So you admit you agreed."

Thunder followed.