YoC: Best and worst in OD

Written for Year of Creativity

Prompt: It was a dark and stormy night

It was a dark and stormy night. What a fucked up way to start a story. Course it was fucking dark. That’s kind of the definition of night.

Reminds me of the joke about the Irishman who declares he’s built a spaceship and is going to the Sun. When the heat thing is pointed out he simply replies “We’ve thought about that. That’s why we’re going at night!”

But it really was stormy. The rain was pelting down heavily and the wind was unbelievable. In short, only a complete fuckwit would be anywhere but inside, wrapped up warm.

Which, of course, would explain why I was wandering around outside.

It wasn’t my choice. Really. My idiot boss decided that he really, really needed pictures of what was happening, he really, really needed them taken of certain places and he really, really needed me to be the one taking them.

And you wonder why I’m convinved the cunt hates me.

I used the camera on my phone. There was no way, absolutely no way, I was taking my ultra expensive gear out in that. I strolled around (well, as much as I could considering I was getting blown around like I was a damn pinball ball) taking pictures left right and centre.

And what I saw surprised me.

I saw people who previously hated each other helping each other out.

I saw people in a van driving round rescuing those who were in most need.

I saw yuong and middle aged men team up to move a huge uprooted tree that was blocking the disabled occupant from leaving their house.

I saw the best of humanity and the worst of nature.

I’m still gonna kill my fucking boss though.

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Will