John Tennent Writes

This Friday was our 3 year anniversary, and (while a few days late) I am keeping my word. Here is the next installment in the sonnet cycle for Stephanie and myself! 2: My only Angel brought me from the sea And bore me to an island bright and fair. I searched and sought to find her there with me But never could I find her tender care. No more left to drown on dark’ning water, I set to build an altar on the beach. In vain I’d hoped she’d see the shells I brought her But no one came, she seemed just out of reach. I cried “My love, please come and stay awhile. “I’ll make a castle from this foreign land.” There was no answer, I was sure in exile. She’d gone, and left me stranded on the strand. But hope had stayed, and from the sky she came; My only Angel, calling out my name.

A storm. Rain is coming down in sheets, each one a battering ram on the windshield. Lightning flashes across the sky every few seconds. It’s the apocalypse. At least it is for the two boys in the back of the car. The boy on the left trembles, tears spilling down his cheeks as his body wracks with sobs every few minutes. His hair is dusty blonde, no longer stuck in its usual crew cut. He clutches his GameBoy like a life preserver, hoping desperately the Pokemon in his team would spring to life and save them like they do in his games. The boy on the right is completely still. His face is an ashen white, his jaw clenches hard. His hands are balled into tiny fists shoved deep into the pockets of his green coat. His eyes stare straight ahead, but they do not see the road. “Don’t worry boys, Noah got through his storm and we can get through ours!” The man driving calls out from behind the steering wheel. Rain continues to pelt the car. He wants to turn and give them a grin, but he c...