Tornado Chaser

Natural and Man-made DisastersThere is  a storm on the horizon. Under his feet, he feels the thunder after lightning rips the darkness asunder. The electric tingling is not the storm chaser desire. He knows she is out there with only a slicker and a camera between her and Mother Nature’s fury. Inside the house, it is dark. Candles flicker but leave an eerie cast to the furniture and walls. The dog has little interest in the weather and blissfully snores in his bed. The cat poses for an All Hallow’s Eve poster when the lightning strikes. He knows he should be worried for her. The thought allows him to forgive his jumping at the sound of the screen door blown closed, even if he cannot bring himself to laugh.

The walls loom closer when the candles wane. He grabs a bottle from the cooler and heads out to the porch. He holds perfectly still as the wind rocks her chair beside him. As suddenly as a lightning strike, he stands and paces along the banister. Worry is the tempest caught in his chest. “Where can she be?” he asks the rain drops falling from the eave.

The shiver convinces him to go back inside, even if he does not know if the chill or fear caused it. When he slumps on the divan, his body seeps in like mercury. His bones are heavy, and the pelting is soothing. It drums him to sleep while the cat paces along the back of the couch, rubbing his head. Like the wheel of a pictograph, images fly before his eyes.

A prom dress from a long ago century, an orchid wrist corsage, two-inch heels, a sprained ankle, carrying her up the stairs when he brought her home an half hour late.

Overalls, covered in soil, muddy gloves, a spade, the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree of all rose bushes, her proud smile.

Angelic glow, carnations and mums, the gossamer veil, her trembling voice and shaking hand, the kiss which could have lasted for hours.

A three-layer coconut cake with 30 candles on it, leaning toward the Joneses, nothing tasted better.

5 a.m. alarm, the draft in the bedroom, her wrapped around him like a toga, eyes dancing in a fantasy behind her lids.

Pearly white truck, two weeks old, fender smashed, her teary-eyed pout.

Huffing and puffing, the strained expression as the doctor said, “Push!” The swell of her breast and the sudden urge for her, now.

Velvety soft picnic blanket, fresh potato salad and chocolate-covered strawberries, not nearly as sweet as her kiss.

Rose fills the morning sky, and a sunbeam warms his cheek. The dog licks his hand where it dangled off the sofa. Scratching the matted back of his head, he opens the door for the pooch just as the car pulls in the driveway. He sinks to his knees. He knows why an officer would come to call.


Welcome to this week’s edition of Edward Hotspur’s Romantic Monday. Stop by and see who else has something percolating in the romantic coffee pot. You are sure to find a few you already know and meet some terrific new ones.

Once some more of these collect, I will build a page for it. I am officially taking nominations for what to name the page. As always, from comments to poll to page. We all know the drill by now.

Until next time…


What is it which reminds you of someone? Are the best memories of a relationship the perfect ones are the ones which are perfect examples of Mate? Are you a storm chaser?

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  1. Dear Red,
    This piece is one of the most beautifully written prose I have ever read. The images, the drama, the depth and romance of it are breath-taking. Thank you so much for opening this door to an avenue of what is sure to be inspirational for writers and readers alike.
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  2. Some very evocative images/memories.
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  3. Romance? Oh pooh, is knocking the crap out of someone romantic? I mean I’m gorgeous when I lose my temper, at least that’s what I’ve been told. Usually when I’m losing my temper so I go off more…what was my question??
    Laurie recently posted..Changes in Hope of SimplicityMy Profile

    • The whole argument of “You’re beautiful when you are angry,” is a diversion. Albeit a successful one for the weak-willed, it is like tears are for me…blood in a shark tank. A large part of romance is how it goes wrong, but love endures at some level. In many cases it is something more akin to respect or a business relationship. Underneath, there is still something there.

  4. Good one Red! 🙂

    Kept me reading right to the end! 🙂

    God Bless!

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  5. This was stark, sad and provocative. Memories I think are part of what hold us to our current positions, our once and future loves.

    • I think you are correct about memories. I believe they help us focus our dreams. I like “stark”. I definitely was not going for flowery.

  6. You know something (nothing to do with the post) – this actually showed up in my feed on WordPress tonight. That is the first time in a long time I have seen that. Just thought you might enjoy knowing that.
    Derek Mansker recently posted..Be Free – Live FreeMy Profile

    • Considering all the things it broke, I am less than thrilled. Could you tell me this? How much of the post shows and does it include all of the pictures in the feed?

      • It shows no pictures. There are maybe 4 lines shown. — I am talking about the WP reader, just to clarify.
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        • Yes, I knew. There have been a number of WP Reader users who have told me, but none have gotten back to me about what they see. Since I cannot see it (it is mine), I wondered what it was showing. Thank you, Derek.

  7. Red, this is really beautiful if a bit sad in some ways. I really like this! Voices, particularly in music, remind me of people. Smells evoke memories of people from decades previous. Some are even romantic…”:) ~R
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  8. It’s probably better since you aren’t romantic.
    Lorre recently posted..Stop, Drop and RollMy Profile

    • I entertained that theory as “better in the mind than practice”. I never was much of a method actress anyway.

      • Romantics can set the bar too high, which just leads to disappointment, fighting and then bye bye romance.
        I dated a guy (wanted to be an actor), who thought every moment should be as spectacular as the scenes in the movies. One time, at band camp, (haha) he was getting ready to kiss me. He looked at me, said he wanted it done right and then started to reposition me by grabbing my shoulders. That was my bye bye moment.
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