Alone in the Storm
(Haven't submitted anything in a really long time, so this is my attempt to get back in habit. Tell me what you think.)
The night snapped to brightness. The windows rattled, shaking as from the shock the earth had just suffered. The groaning rumble persisted even after darkness had once again conquered and the house stood still.
Inside the small, suburban house, Hilary fought a battle – silently – in contrast to the crashing weather. Her tense muscles squeezed at her heart and twisted her stomach. She struggled for composure, tried to mimick Belle’s indifference.
Another flash lit the cards splayed on the family room floor. Hilary’s shoulders tensed as she willed herself not to jump at the inevitable, thunderous shake.
“Four aces again!” announced a disgusted Belle, who was frowning at the uncompromising cards. Her bright voice drown out the rumble. “Time for bed?” she asked dutifully, almost apologetically.
Hilary glanced at the glowing digits on the DVD player and willed them to change, begged them not to leave her alone in this storm. They shone on decisively.
“Yeah, probably.” She hoped her squeakiness could be considered cheery.
******
“Will you tell my parents to come up when they get back?”
“Mmm-hmmm, but you’ll be asleep by then.”
“When are they getting home again?”
“About an hour or two.”
“Okay, good night Hilary”
“Night, Belle.”
A feeble night light cast its glow on the tiny still lump and her Barbie patterned sheets. Gently, Hilary closed the door and headed for the stairs, turning her back on the source of any confidence or courage she had possessed.
A cymbal crash tore through the air. Hilary sucked in her breath, eyes closed painfully right.
Unheard by her babysitter, Belle gasped involuntarily and snapped board stiff, wishing for Hilary’s courage.

