Thunder rumbled and flashed

In the middle of the night. In the middle of the summer. In the middle of the year of 1968.

A little girl, screamed and screamed. Outside, thunder rumbled and flashed, not for the first time that summer.

Every time the thunder rumbled and flashed, the little girl screamed. If it was in the middle of the night, she woke all the other.

That little girl didn’t let anyone comfort her. Noone could get close to her for comforting her.

Her mother left her at the orphanage and went home. The only one who could have comfort the little girl, wasn’t there. And. That little girl didn’t let anyone else comfort her.

Thunder rumbled and flashed. Not for the first time that summer.

Not for the first time that summer, in the middle of the night, in the darkness, that little three year old girl screamed her self in to her dreams. In to her sleep.

And the rain went on falling.

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