Apr 21, 2010 13:04
"Tanis?"
I look up from my journal and smile at the boy who has come in smelling of rain. "Yes?"
"Storm's coming in. Shouldn't we make sure the windows are closed?" he asks gruffly.
I think on it some and can't remember if they are or not. I nod and lever myself up from the chair, hips creaking. "Yes, we should."
We make our way through the house, picking up others as we go until every resident has joined our search for an open window. In the end, we never find one, but the windows rattle under a roll of thunder.
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