Brad used to hide under the bed when it thundered. Gyles, the usually solitary cat, joined him, snuggling close, until the storm blew over.
But Gyles was a memory, and Brad wasn't a kid no more.
"Come on," she said, again.
Holding hands, they ran into the crashing rain, laughing.
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À fifty word story written using @mariannewest's @freewritehouse writing prompt "thunder storm"