It was a peaceful morning not unlike many others
A latte, an outside table at Starbucks
Lithe, lean, she oozed danger
Her eyes, oh so seductive
A man eater
Suddenly, her hair on end
A flash of light
A deafening clap
Shock, awe and fear on surrounding faces
as the lightening embraced her
Friday Flash 55 at the G-Man's
This is a true story of someone whom I just met a week or so ago. A free spirit. The girl who dances around the fire in the drum circle. A Pagan. Wicca. Alluring and fascinating and scary all at the same time.
She was enjoying a coffee at Starbucks when she was struck by lightening. She described how the one thing she remembers is the faces on the other patrons who were struck dumb by what they had just witnessed.
Of course, the jokes flew about God punishing a witch and all that, but I can't resist learning more about this. What is it that makes someone a lightening rod? She says she has been struck by lightening eight times, counting this one.
I'll keep you posted.