Thunder From the Sea (2004)
“In the mornings Tom would fill up the stove with brishney, get the fires crackling and the sparks darting up the chimney to the sky. Then he’d fill the kettle and set it simmering on the back of the stove.
Sometimes, if Fiona hadn’t joined him in the kitchen by then, he’d take tea and toast on a tray up to the bedroom for her.
“You’re spoilin’ me!” she told him.
This morning was different, though. Fiona was downstairs before he was. “Look at the sunrise,” she said. The eastern sky was ablaze—al...l scarlet and red, with patches of turquoise peeking through. “It’s right gorgeous!”
“It’s pretty,” Tom agreed, “but red in the morning is the sign of a storm.”
“Maybe it will rain,” Fiona said.
Tom opened the porch door and a blast of icy air swept through the kitchen. “It’s right cold outside,” Tom said. “If it’s a storm, it’ll be snow, not rain. I’ll fill the wood bin.” Thunder was still curled up on his rug, his nose tucked between his paws.MoreLess
Sometimes, if Fiona hadn’t joined him in the kitchen by then, he’d take tea and toast on a tray up to the bedroom for her.
“You’re spoilin’ me!” she told him.
This morning was different, though. Fiona was downstairs before he was. “Look at the sunrise,” she said. The eastern sky was ablaze—al...l scarlet and red, with patches of turquoise peeking through. “It’s right gorgeous!”
“It’s pretty,” Tom agreed, “but red in the morning is the sign of a storm.”
“Maybe it will rain,” Fiona said.
Tom opened the porch door and a blast of icy air swept through the kitchen. “It’s right cold outside,” Tom said. “If it’s a storm, it’ll be snow, not rain. I’ll fill the wood bin.” Thunder was still curled up on his rug, his nose tucked between his paws.MoreLess
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