He sobbed and trembled underneath the warmth of the blanket. Make it go away! he silently pleaded. He hated thunderstorms because it always brought back bad memories of his dead parents on that fateful night. Sometime later that night when he was fast asleep, his big brother came and lay down next to him, cuddling him, and kissing his forehead.
“It’s going to be okay, little one. I’m here now, and everything is going to be okay.”
© La Petit Muse 2016
For Word-High July
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