Content warning: implied murder
Your storm windows stood no chance of protecting you, even though you’d had them specially made from steel. Readying for the storm you knew would come.
I watched you install them. And you felt me watching, I know. You prepared and I lurked. Waiting for atmospheric turbulence. Wind shear. Moisture.
Cold air aloft.
When heavy clouds glinted green, you scurried indoors.
Within that green heart, I tossed ice crystals up and they fell down, over and over, each cycle growing seeds into hail. Big as your fist. Big as your head.
Big as you.
And then, I let them fall.
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