Dark and Stormy Morning
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (US South)Transcript
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It was a dark and stormy morning. Yes, morning. I know that's not how this sort of story is supposed to start. But what can you do? That's how it happened. The night had been dark too. Of course, that's what generally happens when the sun goes down. But stormy. No, my brother and I made our rounds of the camp and the **** side and the scrubby hills around them perfectly dry, at least for a few hours. Then bursts of light flared behind the bluffs to the west just as the sky to the east began to purple with dawn and a rumble of thunder rolled across the bleakly featureless southern Wyoming plains. I sighed. Night watch is born. Night watch when wet and cold is miserable. Wait here. Old Red said, I'll run back for our slickers. Thanks. My brother disappeared into what was left of the nighttime gloom, leaving me alone beside a long trench that could have been either a halfhearted, attempted at ditch or a fresh dug grave for a recently deceased giraffe. It was neither I knew being instead an abandoned dig site from some previous summer, the old bones extracted from it were probably back east. Now, still waiting to be measured and sketched and pieced together into some supposed experts. Best guests at a monstrous body. No human eyes had ever seen in another flash of lightning. This one brighter and closer. Now, I saw that one end of the pit had collapsed in time with enough gully washers like the one on the way, the whole hole would disappear without a trace, the earth reburying its dead. I was attempting to turn this idle thought into something I could pretend was profound. I may be a former cowboy and a current detective, but I'm also a writer after all. When old Red returned to save me from myself, you wake, he asked, he was already in his liquor and he tossed me mine. I'm standing here with my eyes open. So I guess the answer is yes. I said, my brother shrugged. That ain't been no guarantee before. And he walked right past me and dropped down into the pit.