I was positively sure that the evening
of the eighteenth was getting no stormier, but things were about to
take a turn for the darker. I, Deidre Devereaux, had just sat down at
_____ _____ Books amongst fellow Wrimos. I proudly dubbed this
evening "Defining Scene Day". That's when everything went
dark. At first, I didn't notice that the lights were out due to my
laptop giving off a radiant glow. It was when the emergency flashing
lights caught my eye mid-word that I turned my head up. Sadly, I left
the host and a few others behind to rearrange things as I capped my
lanyard and headed outside with everybody else evacuating. After we
regrouped, we decided to tee off for the Starbucks, where, to our
dismay, was also dark. We resolved to wait under an awning, when I
decided to bail.
A lot of dark at the moment, and I want
to shout out to the poor Wrimos who are still under the awning. About
the stormy, all I can say is that it's not getting any drier out
there.
Here's to the Wrimos in the rain!
Dei
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