Status: completed
Broken Storm
8
*No POV*
The unusually dark sky let little light through. Was it an eclipse? No one cared. At least not Thorne and Gerard. For them, time stopped; waiting for them to hit the play button. The wind whipped against the county jail as the storm moved in. The Jail was preparing for the storm of the century; gathering some prisoners into the basement. None were forgotten (at least they thought so). The single light bulb in cell number 23 cast shadows on Mikey's face. His glasses were low on the bridge of his nose, and Frank laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. The power flickered briefly and Mikey watched Ray move the beds to the back of the room. Meanwhile, down the hall, cell number 13 was completely oblivious to the world. But the storm was coming. And you couldn’t push pause on that.
The unusually dark sky let little light through. Was it an eclipse? No one cared. At least not Thorne and Gerard. For them, time stopped; waiting for them to hit the play button. The wind whipped against the county jail as the storm moved in. The Jail was preparing for the storm of the century; gathering some prisoners into the basement. None were forgotten (at least they thought so). The single light bulb in cell number 23 cast shadows on Mikey's face. His glasses were low on the bridge of his nose, and Frank laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. The power flickered briefly and Mikey watched Ray move the beds to the back of the room. Meanwhile, down the hall, cell number 13 was completely oblivious to the world. But the storm was coming. And you couldn’t push pause on that.