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The Vignette Gazette Writer’s Prompt #125 — thunder, lightning
“Hold me tight, dear, please.”
“Are you cold, hun?”
“Nipples-hard-as-rocks cold.”
Roxy shook her head, trying not to laugh. Stubborn Lori had insisted on finishing the chicken coop even though the temperature had dipped and a storm was forecast. Of course, she had gotten stuck in the downpour.
“You couldn’t have waited with this till after the storm?”
“Roxy, love, it’s been three years. If not now, it would never happen. I got struck with energy, and I picked up the damn hammer, and now we’re here, okay?”
“Teeth chattering and horny, eh?”
“It’s the cold, you dumbass.”
“I don’t mind.” She snuggled Lori closer under the blanket as the storm ripped the newly built coop a new one. It would be a miracle if it survived the weather.
“Stop thinking it’ll collapse. We need to send out good thoughts.” Thunder rumbled in the distance. A few seconds later, they saw the flash of lightning in the window. That coop was toast. At least the chickens weren’t bought yet…
