Friday’s Page 69 ~ Prom House by Chelsea Mueller
“This storm is going to get worse,” Hudson announced, as if we all hadn’t been telling him that exact thing.
“Let’s get back inside before it does.” Dani’s black hair whipped around her head as a gust of frigid, salty air scoured us. Hudson tugged her towards the steps. “Or we could get in the car and get out of here before every road is flooded and we’re stuck in this house for days.”
Without warning, the front yard lit like a flash grenade. I shut my eyes on instinct, but the white halos had embossed themselves onto my eyelids.
Back inside.
We need to be in the house, and we needed to be there now.