When the wind ran circles

November 18, 2013

It wasn’t tornado season, but the wind ran circles around the house. The dogs whined with every creak of the eaves, and the children complained of waking nightmares.

I’ve had enough, the mother said, and she poured herself a third glass of wine. There was no reason to save the good bottle if the world was coming to an end.

There’s nowhere to go, said the father. He had gone down to the basement, allegedly to check the furnace and the water heater. No one knew he didn’t actually know how they worked. He liked his secrets kept.

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