Thunder, lightening, a loud sound like a gunshot.
A window bursts open and breeze rushes into the house.
As she reached out to cover the candle, the flame flickered before it died, plunging the room darkness.
Lightening again and she thought the light made it seem like there was someone sitting beside her. A blink later, the electricity came back on.
Sitting beside her was her father, grinning like he had just won the lottery.
“Papa!” She flew into his arms. While hugging him, her eyes rested on a picture of her whole family.
It was taken the summer after her father had died.
That is my attempt at this week’s prompt from the 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups
The prompt is this …The flame flickered before…
Let me know what you think.