Ruth stood alone outside, eyes closed as she soaked in the warm sunlight. A storm that reminded her very much of the one [a week ago].
Dark, ominous clouds, roaring wind, flashing lightning, pounding thunder. She crossed her arms and shuddered just remembering how the gusts of wind tugged her one way before shoving her another.
And that tree branch that hit me–. Her vision blurred, the bright day vanished to be replaced with one of a more [sinister] [air]. She shook her head, blinking several times to hopefully clear her vision.
The [dark] [day] vanished, and a [reluctant] smile lifted her lips when the sun returned.
What happened to me out there? She frowned thinking about it. Nothing around her answered the silent query, and her memory from that time was foggy at best. Being knocked on the head hadn’t been very helpful.
I’m just so grateful to David for taking me in after finding me. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t. Ruth shivered when a gust of wind [blew up], nearly knocking her over.
Turning she quickly made her way back to the door of the [cabin].
To be continued…