Thunder Shook The Bibelots

Mar 19th, 2013 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

Ralph hated thunderstorms. Tonight’s had him cowering in his father’s study. Each crack of thunder shook the shelves, rattling his father’s war memorials and the family bibelots, and left him cringing abjectly in the corner.

When the storms came, Ralph would rarely understand the reason. His father would have to explain, with varying degrees of patience, that hadn’t cleaned his room or had embarrassed him in front of strangers or hadn’t done a good job of listening.

But tonight, he knew exactly why the storm had come. His bloody hands and his father’s limp body told the story in full.

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