|Clouds in Toronto by Stacy Plowright|
“Look outside for me. I can feel the air. Something is coming Martha.”
“Oh don’t be silly Cheryl. If anything it’s just a storm.” Martha was tired, she’d been at work all day, she just wanted to relax. She did not want to be anyone’s eyes. Not even Cheryl’s.
“But I can feel it, Martha, something is coming.” Cheryl pleaded.
Martha huffed. She cracked and popped as she left the couch, achey bones dragging themselves to the window.
“Oh my God, the clouds...” she gasped. They rolled in waves toward their home, heavy and dark.
“Martha? Mar-tha? MARTHA....”
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