Storm

There was a flash and a distant rumble. “Get down,” Maron hissed, tugging at Alec’s shirttail.

“What’s happening?”

“Just get away from the window,” Maron said.

Lightning flashed. The tree on the corner burst into flames. There was a roaring from overhead, like a jet-liner landing. Alec sobbed with fear.

“It’s okay,” Maron said. “As long as we stay quiet. It won’t last long.”

An enormous sandal-clad foot crushed a car on the street outside. Thunder rolled as the bearded figure drew another lightning bolt from the quiver on his back.

“I hate when Mom and Dad fight,” Alec whispered.