One Hundred

A line of squalls a thousand miles long approached the coast, the brutal winds anxious to create the chaos we’d hoped so desperately to avoid. It was ghastly to learn that weather can think, that it possesses human emotions.  And it was terrifying to discover that rage and hatred are among those emotions. Murderous clouds and acrimonious thunderstorms, brimming with contempt and loathing, were just a breath away. We had no place to go, no safe harbor from the storm. And even if we had, we would have been found and ripped from our safe havens. We would have been cast into the sea just like the ships and the seamen. Then, in an instant, it changed. Horror amplified a thousand-fold and fear flowing like hot syrup.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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