The Perfect Wave – Paris Franz
2000 words Literary Fiction
All she wanted was to find a quiet corner to read her book and wait out the storm. But Jack had a story to tell of love and memory and loss and all she could do was listen.
The storm had been threatening all day, enveloping the town in a suffocating blanket of heat and lethargy. It finally lost patience as darkness fell, breaking over the low-slung buildings in a torrent of rain, accompanied by thunderclaps and lightning bolts. The wind was slamming doors as I walked into the downstairs bar that night, and Matthew was hurriedly pulling the shutters closed. He was normally on his way home by then, but no one was going anywhere until the storm passed, that much was clear.