#11 - What's Rakestraw Up To?

Rakestraw and His Honeymoon

by Sam Green

Curt and his wife, Anne, were about to go on a super amazing adventure. It was their honeymoon, which meant that there was going to be some imminent partying in the beautiful island of Saint Martin. The beautiful blues and greens of the ocean and the oranges and yellows of the sunset views on a relaxing beach: it was going to be fantastic. The stress of life was going to be washed away with the smooth waves of the sea. Curt and Anne could not wait, this was their time.

The storm wrecked the trees, the wind growling like hungry wolves as it ravaged the island. The rain felt like hail, the island was flooding. This isn't right. Where are the visuals? The sun was suffocating in thick gray blankets of clouds; the atmosphere heavy and wet. Sirens are blaring. Trees are falling and waving like mad, as if they were warning the islanders and tourists to run and leave as fast as they can.

The back wheels on the car Curt and Anne were in were being lifted off the ground at a dangerous rate, Curt’s hands trembling on the leather wheel. The sky looked black and the wind shield wipers were not helping against the pelting rain. The sound of the precipitation drumming and beating on the window was deafening, sending fear through the couple’s hearts. All they wanted was a nice warm and comfortable welcome to the island, not some wacky movie evacuation scene. Curt grumbled under her breath. He was going to enjoy this honeymoon, no matter what.