Melissa Good - Tropical Storm

Kerry licked her spoon. “I wanted to, when I was younger. When Mike was taking classes. I begged and begged, but no way, no how would they let me.” She considered that long-ago refusal. “I think I would have been better than he was, too. He’s shorter than I am, and he’s really clumsy.” Her eyes lifted to Dar’s. “It’s a little late for me to be starting that kind of thing. I walk a lot, Rollerblade, that sort of stuff. I used to do aerobics, but I got really bored with it.”

“Not challenging enough?” Dar inquired innocently.

“Eyah, something like that. Actually, I just couldn’t take the instructors. I just wanted to give them wedgies all the time.”

Dar laughed. Horses, water… Ah. “Well, you probably haven’t had a chance to look through the global discounts page yet, but we just got membership benefits at the new gym right across from the office. They’ve got a nice indoor climbing wall and a good selection of classes. I was thinking about switching to that one.”

“Yeah?” Kerry sucked on her spoon, then removed it and looked at it.

“Maybe a gym’s a good idea,” she remarked. “If I took up boxing, maybe I could get away with having a pint of this every day.”

“If you want, I could take you through some of the basics, just to see if Tropical Storm 135

you’re interested in continuing,” Dar commented casually, then she stopped and gazed, unseeing, at the candle. “Once I find out what’s going on Tuesday, I mean.”

Kerry caught the change in mood and she went with her instincts, putting her spoon down and reaching over to curl her fingers over Dar’s hand.

“Everything’s going to be okay; I really believe that, Dar. And I’d love to learn from you.”

Dar nodded. “All right. We’ll start on Wednesday then, okay?” How much difference would it make if she confirmed her fears anyway? She’d lived with the possibility for years, and she’d already made the decision that whatever the results, it wouldn’t change the way she lived her life. That was what her father had chosen. It had, in the end, killed him, but it had been on his terms.

He’d just forgotten how damn hard it would be on everyone else. Well, I don’t have to worry about that. No one depends on me; I’m not responsible for anyone but myself. “C’mon, this is melting.”

Kerry helped finish off the ice cream, then helped Dar drag a couple of blankets in to lay on the floor, where it was the coolest, and they settled in to try and sleep. The fat candle, in its dish in a safe place, shed golden flickering light over them, and long after Dar had dropped off to an uneasy sleep, Kerry sat quietly awake thinking. Watching a profile no longer strange to her outlined in firelight.

IT WAS A cool, leafy forest in which she found herself. Conscious of the tickle of grass against her bare thighs, she gazed out over a beautiful lake, its surface marred with gentle ripples. It was mid-afternoon, judging by the sun slanting toward the west as it peeked through the leaves, throwing a pattern of light and shadow over her extended legs.

She felt lazy and relaxed and sublimely conscious of the warm body against which she was leaning, whose arm was wrapped securely around her. She let her head rest back and picked up a pebble, tossing it into the lake and hearing a gentle, low chuckle that rumbled right through her body.

She sucked in a breath of air filled with the tangy scent of moss, and the lake, and the earth around them, and closed her eyes in perfect contentment. Aware of being happy, and relaxed, and surrounded by love.

Kerry jerked awake, her breath catching in her throat as she was thrown out of her dream and into the present, her head pounding as the dim light filtered into the room and revealed Dar’s still sleeping form an arm’s length from her. With a soft gasp, she let herself back down onto the pillow, curling her arm around it and squeezing it as if that could take her back into that dreamscape even if only for a moment.

So real. She could almost smell the moss again. She rolled over onto her back and rubbed her eyes, trying to get that wonderful feeling of peace out of her mind. It was raining outside, but the howling wind had stopped, or at least subsided, though the power was still off. Kerry felt clammy and shaken, and she took a few breaths to settle herself down. Then she rolled her head to one side, and froze, as she met pale blue eyes looking back at her. “Yah!”

The blue eyes widened and Dar struggled to hide a grin. “S’matter? I grow a horn overnight or something?”

Kerry exhaled. “No, no. Um…” She held up a hand. “I was…I had this dream, and I kind of jumped out of it, and I wasn’t… Bah, my brain’s not working yet.” She put her arm over her eyes and closed them.

Dar yawned, then stretched her body out, wincing at the stiffness from sleeping on the floor. “People who say sleeping on the floor is good for you are nuts,” she commented, getting to her feet and rubbing her eyes. She wandered through the dark living room and into the kitchen, switching on the battery-powered radio to get the latest information.

The storm is dissipating, its remnants moving out over the Gulf of Mexico. Meanwhile, South Florida wakes Tropical Storm 137

up to a half million people without power, and downed trees everywhere.

“Yippee,” Dar commented dryly. She grabbed the manual crank from under the sink and unlocked the patio door, poking her head out into the fitful weather with a sniff. The rain was tapering off, and the seas, though choppy, lacked the whitecaps that had stirred them the day before. Dar set the crank into its catch, and rolled up the shutters, allowing light into the apartment.

Then she went back inside, and opened the latched, hardwood-lined glass doors, letting in the fresh sea breeze. “Ah. That’s better.” She walked out onto the porch and put her hands on the balcony, taking in a deep breath of the clean air, tasting salt on the back of her tongue. She was surprised at how good she felt, given the uncomfortable night, and she stretched again, feeling the pleasant pull of the muscles across her back as she extended her arms and flexed her fists.

A hand touched her elbow and Kerry ducked under her arm, peering curiously out at the sea, her disheveled blonde hair whipping back in the breeze. “Mmm. That feels good.”

Dar settled her elbows on the railing and leaned on them. “Sure does.”

She glanced around. “Power’s still down in a lot of places.”

Kerry sighed. “I’d better call my place, see what’s happening.” She ducked inside and picked up one of two analog phones Dar had plugged in the night before, dialing Colleen’s number from memory. She’d spoken briefly to her friend last night, reassuring herself that the complex was safe. Colleen had scoffed at the storm, having been through Andrew, and was in the middle of planning a hurricane party when Kerry called. The information about her whereabouts were received with a knowing silence that sent prickles up and down her back, but she hadn’t really had time to think about that much. The phone picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Col. How is everything?”

“Ah, the mysteriously missing Ms. Stuart,” Colleen answered smugly.

“How are things on your side of the tracks there, eh?”

Kerry rolled her eyes. “Colleen, for heaven’s sake.”

The redhead laughed. “Everything’s fine and dandy here, my friend.

Trees are down, and a few power lines. We don’t have power, and it’s uncomfortable as hell, but we’re all staying outside, and we’ve got a little grill set up. It’s not so bad. We can go into our cars if we’re in danger of overheating.” She paused. “How are you doing?”

“Oh, well, about the same,” Kerry told her. “Power’s out here. We’ve got the doors and windows open. It was pretty bad last night, but doesn’t look like there’s much damage, except for a few branches down, and…” She shaded her eyes to peer outside. “I think a boat’s stuck on the eastern tip of the island.”

“Mmm-hmm, must have been…hot and sticky and uncomfortable last night, huh?” Colleen’s voice held a hint of playfulness.

Kerry chose to ignore the innuendo, and answered the question at face value. “It was, but we opened a window on the protected side of the apartment. And we had ice cream, so,” she laughed softly, “it worked out 138 Melissa Good okay. I just woke up.” She glanced up as the sun made a pale appearance, dusting Dar’s shoulders with wan light. “Sun’s coming out.”

“Is it shining on anything interesting?” Colleen asked impishly.

Kerry peered at the receiver, her brows knitting. “Are you all right?” She glanced outside. “It’s shining on the ocean, and a few boats that I can see, and the patio. Why?”

The redhead laughed softly. “Never mind, Kerry. You going to spend some time there yet?”

“Um, probably. I think they need the electricity to run the ramps to get on and off the ferry.”

“Oh, right,” Colleen agreed amiably. “Well, your place survived quite nicely. We didn’t get flooded or anything like that, so we’ll all be here when you saunter home.”

Kerry smiled. “That’s great to hear, I’m glad everything was okay.” She watched as Dar turned and leaned on one arm, peering back at her from outside. “I, um…I’ll talk to you a little later, okay?” She hung up and went to the door, peering out and blinking. “Well, everything’s okay at my place.” She was still carrying the phone and held it out to Dar when the older woman motioned for it.

“Might as well find out what the prognosis is for getting power back.”