“We didn’t need a blizzard on the first day of spring,” Jani complained. She edged her box onto the haphazard pile in the garage. “Moving day was supposed to be warmer than this.”
Lee shrugged and set his own burden down carefully, surreptitiously edging hers into a less precarious position. “We got lucky. Neighbor across the street said it could have been tornadoes.”
She wiped a sweaty hand over her brow, smearing a streak of dust through her dark hair. “Sherril, I think it was. She seemed nice enough.”
“Anyone who bustles over with cookies within twenty minutes of seeing the moving truck is good in my book,” he agreed, and reached out a hand for his wife. “Look, hon, I know this isn’t what either of us expected.”
She accepted his overture, resting inside his arms. “It’ll take a while to get use to tornado threats.” Her voice was muffled by his shoulder. “But it’s got to be better than another kracken attack.”
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I was traveling last week and wound up with computer issues, so I’m belatedly completing Padre’s springtime prompt this week. Check out everything over at MOTE, and don’t forget that you can join the prompting fun as well!
