All I can hear is the wind, rain and you whispering loudly

‘Len?’ Sally shook a hairy shoulder.

‘Wha-?’

‘Len, did you hear that?’

‘Hear wha-?’

‘That screeching and crash.’

‘All I can hear is the wind, rain and you whispering loudly.’ 

‘I think a tree’s just come down.’

‘And I slept through it?’

‘You’d sleep through a car crash!’

He felt the mattress shift as she left the bed.

‘Len?’

‘What?’

‘A tree has fallen through the garage roof.’

‘What?’

‘I said a ...’

Len tugged the curtain back further.

‘Jesus.  The car!’  He dashed from the room.

‘Just be thankful it didn’t land on the house,’ she called after him.




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.