Someone is at the Door

I would be remiss if I did not follow-up on my blog from yesterday.  You know, the blog about Desiree and her three daughters hunkering down in her house, hoping a typhoon (hurricane for those of you from the others side of the creek in East Helena, Montana) would pass by them without inflicting serious harm.

Thankfully, they came through pretty well.  A good night of sleep was the only thing damaged.

The wind and rain woke everyone up at various points throughout the night.

Below, is my interpretation of what occurred at 2:00 AM:

Desiree and one of her girls wake during the worst of the storm.  A strong sustained wind is crying at the windows. There is a pounding at the screen door.

“Mom,” says the daughter, “someone is at the door!”

“I hear it,” says Desiree.  “I’ll go check.”

Desiree vanishes in slanting half-light.  The banging continues.  After a minute, Desiree returns.

The banging has not stopped.

“What’s going on?  Is someone still there?” asks Desiree’s daughter.

“Don’t worry, honey.  There is nobody there.  You can sleep again.  It’s only a typhoon at the door.”

—Mitchell Hegman