Storm

Jasper couldn’t get his head to stop hurting. He was struggling to recall the sequence of events. He remembered a kitchen sink plunging through the roof, but the rest was dark. He had awoken from the ordeal with a terrible headache, convincing him he was facing reality. While trying to tread his way across the bedroom, a sharp pain shot through his bare foot. He found a postcard with a pushpin through it, stuck in his heel. Tossing the beautiful printed scene into his mess of a wrecked home, he felt the sickening silence and respect the storm had commanded.