
I shall never forget the sound that first time.
We sat cramped together in the dark shelter at the end of the garden, with only a flickering gas lamp providing a dull orange glow.
Rufus, only a pup, huddled on my lap, cowering and whining. Mother huddled next to me, protective arms wrapped around me. Father standing at the entrance, holding the wooden panels down as the irresistible force of nature tried to rip them away.
The wind screamed and howled through the night. It was like nothing I had heard before. It sounded alien, unlike anything known on this earth.
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Liked that a lot. For some stupid reason cant like or comment at source though
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So did I. Michael… though I can see both comment and like facilities from here.
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