The wind shrieked; shredding the café’s awing, sending the chairs and tables skittering across the cobbled plaza.
Rain battered the windows, sluicing down in unbroken sheets. Lightening strobed in the violent sky.
Sunshine reclaimed the square; workers reset the outdoor seating area for weather-weary patrons.
As a reminder of the stormy chaos, two trees lay fallen together, like dying lovers entangled in each other’s arms til the end.
feature image: © Brenda Cox
scrawled/scrawling on a cloudless afternoon for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers