“Red clouds in the morning, sailor’s warning.”
His shift was finally over for the day. All he could think of was getting something to eat and going right to bed. As he drove up to his house it was 5:00 am. Everyone should be asleep, he thought. Oh boy, was he wrong.
The sounds and smells of bacon sizzling and eggs cooking made his stomach growl. Normally when he came home he would just throw together some toast, jam and peanut butter and let his wife sleep. Why was this morning so special?
He could hear the water running upstairs. Thinking it was one of the kids getting ready for school early he started setting plates on the table.
“Hon, I noticed a red sky this morning as I was coming home from work. Do you suppose there’s a storm coming?”
“A storm has already come.” she said as she was scooping the eggs into a plate.
He grabbed the milk from the refridgerator, “What do you mean a storm has already come?”
At that very moment his wife’s crazy mother was standing in the doorway.
“She’s talking about me. I left her daddy and I’m here to stay.” (200 words)
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