Storm on Norbreck Prom

The spray cutting our faces the only thing that reminds us that the sea is trying to break out of the darkness below shaking the bars screaming we taunt it with the wind at our backs forcing us into confidence forcing us closer to the edge away from the old band stand too stubborn to give up and slip away from the storm too bored to give up standing so close to death too naïve at seventeen to picture mortality slipping too focused on the roaring noiselessness of the gale to hear the sound of barking and an old man crying out

Chad Bentley