the waves in the distance rushing towards me.
After awhile I walk to the spot with the slick black rocks that I have now been to three times. The way the water rushes at the rocks and shoots up when they touch feels like a force to me. I get several shots of this hoping the detail of the water stands out when I get to the printing part. The wind gets stronger and the rain gets harder. It’s becoming difficult to see much of anything through the lens besides a blur. But I get shots of that too. The waves are really going crazy now as well.
“Thea! There you are. We have to go. The storm is getting pretty bad.” Emily says. “Come on.”
We carefully run together to her blue mini cooper and jump in soaked from head to toe.
“I was looking for you for like fif teen minutes.” She says.
“Sorry about that. It was hard to see much and I was kind of in my own world.” I say.
“Ya. No kidding. They are saying the storm is getting really bad and that everyone needs to get home.” Emily says.
“We ’ll be ok. Just drive slow and steady Emily.” I say turning on the radio.
“ If you’re on the roads right now watch out for flooding especially near bridges. The storm has turned into Tropical Storm Gaston. Forecasters are saying the winds may get strong enough to upgrade the storm to a hurricane, which could impact the coast of The Carolinas, Georgia, or Florida as early as tomorrow morning. So if you thought hurricane season was over you just might be wrong….” After this message on the radio I flip the station to music.
I concentrate on the music. Emily concentrates on the driving. It takes almost two hours to make it back cause we are driving slow and we do have to take a few detours to avoid water covering the road. But we get back ok and easily find a close parking spot to the dorms. We run in and Max stops us.
“You girls ok? What were you doing out in that storm?” he says.
“It turned bad.” I say. “But we are ok.”
“Well that is good.” Says Max as he releases us to go upstairs. “Oh and Ms. Clark.”
“Ya?” I say.
“Let me know if you need anything ok?” Max says.
“Alright…I’ll do that.” I say confused by his words. He wasn’t being creepy or anything he sounded like he had sincere concern. Over the storm I guess but it sounded like more than that to me.
We arrive at our floor and the wind is really moving the rain now. It’s going sideways so our awning is useless. We hurry holding onto each other and the wall of doors on the way to keep our balance. Emily unlocks the door and I notice a note on the whiteboard.
The ink of the words is light and looks runny probably from the rain but it reads Unexpectedly had to go back home – David . I tread into the room after Emily and there is a piece of paper folded up under the door. We both walk over it with our wet shoes and dripping wet clothes. Emily picks it up and puts it on my desk as she walks into the bathroom and grabs a towel and fresh clothes. While she is in there I strip down to my bra and panties and put on a t-shirt and shorts, the pajama kind. After that is settled I open the folded piece of paper. It’s one of David’s drawing, one I had admired in his room. It is the one I adored of a Savannah oak tree draped in Spanish moss. There are wet spots that have caused some of the pencil shading to soften and blur. I leave it sitting out open on the desk hoping it will dry.
I draw back the blinds so we can keep an eye on the weather. The sound of the rain is comforting but knowing that it could turn really bad, not so much. Emily and I both turn our desks at an angle so we can work and watch the rain out the window. Emily needs to finish her painting assignment of a viewpoint from the lighthouse. She has it lightly outlined in pencil so the composition is there she just needs to do the painting part. She gets out her paint, brushes, and palette paper. I watch her mix the colors together preparing to paint. I feel
After awhile I walk to the spot with the slick black rocks that I have now been to three times. The way the water rushes at the rocks and shoots up when they touch feels like a force to me. I get several shots of this hoping the detail of the water stands out when I get to the printing part. The wind gets stronger and the rain gets harder. It’s becoming difficult to see much of anything through the lens besides a blur. But I get shots of that too. The waves are really going crazy now as well.
“Thea! There you are. We have to go. The storm is getting pretty bad.” Emily says. “Come on.”
We carefully run together to her blue mini cooper and jump in soaked from head to toe.
“I was looking for you for like fif teen minutes.” She says.
“Sorry about that. It was hard to see much and I was kind of in my own world.” I say.
“Ya. No kidding. They are saying the storm is getting really bad and that everyone needs to get home.” Emily says.
“We ’ll be ok. Just drive slow and steady Emily.” I say turning on the radio.
“ If you’re on the roads right now watch out for flooding especially near bridges. The storm has turned into Tropical Storm Gaston. Forecasters are saying the winds may get strong enough to upgrade the storm to a hurricane, which could impact the coast of The Carolinas, Georgia, or Florida as early as tomorrow morning. So if you thought hurricane season was over you just might be wrong….” After this message on the radio I flip the station to music.
I concentrate on the music. Emily concentrates on the driving. It takes almost two hours to make it back cause we are driving slow and we do have to take a few detours to avoid water covering the road. But we get back ok and easily find a close parking spot to the dorms. We run in and Max stops us.
“You girls ok? What were you doing out in that storm?” he says.
“It turned bad.” I say. “But we are ok.”
“Well that is good.” Says Max as he releases us to go upstairs. “Oh and Ms. Clark.”
“Ya?” I say.
“Let me know if you need anything ok?” Max says.
“Alright…I’ll do that.” I say confused by his words. He wasn’t being creepy or anything he sounded like he had sincere concern. Over the storm I guess but it sounded like more than that to me.
We arrive at our floor and the wind is really moving the rain now. It’s going sideways so our awning is useless. We hurry holding onto each other and the wall of doors on the way to keep our balance. Emily unlocks the door and I notice a note on the whiteboard.
The ink of the words is light and looks runny probably from the rain but it reads Unexpectedly had to go back home – David . I tread into the room after Emily and there is a piece of paper folded up under the door. We both walk over it with our wet shoes and dripping wet clothes. Emily picks it up and puts it on my desk as she walks into the bathroom and grabs a towel and fresh clothes. While she is in there I strip down to my bra and panties and put on a t-shirt and shorts, the pajama kind. After that is settled I open the folded piece of paper. It’s one of David’s drawing, one I had admired in his room. It is the one I adored of a Savannah oak tree draped in Spanish moss. There are wet spots that have caused some of the pencil shading to soften and blur. I leave it sitting out open on the desk hoping it will dry.
I draw back the blinds so we can keep an eye on the weather. The sound of the rain is comforting but knowing that it could turn really bad, not so much. Emily and I both turn our desks at an angle so we can work and watch the rain out the window. Emily needs to finish her painting assignment of a viewpoint from the lighthouse. She has it lightly outlined in pencil so the composition is there she just needs to do the painting part. She gets out her paint, brushes, and palette paper. I watch her mix the colors together preparing to paint. I feel
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