I was privileged to watch a storm,
miles from shore.
Lightening flashes above the clouds,
and in the clouds,
they lit up the morning sky.
so far away
I couldn't hear the cracks of thunder.
My own private fireworks show.
Such a beautiful sunrise.
I am blessed!
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Maggy struggled against the restraints. “Please don’t do this.” her voice wavered in her throat.
Stone tilted the autopsy table and locked it in place. The old relic, now refurbished, worked like new.
Stone’s heart raced. “Oh, but I do.” he said silkily. “I need your blood to create the new colors for my latest masterpiece."
"I'll give you my blood. As much as you like.”
"I know, sweetheart. I know." Stone smoothed the sweat soaked hair back from her face. "Sweet little Maggy. So lovely of you to offer."