Night Storm

By Thomas Wainwright

A collection of five tales, all of them weird. Some creepy and murderous, and some strange and uplifting. All of them are winners.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Wainwright
• Release date: May 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370025657

Thomas Wainwright

I've been collecting, writing, and editing books since 1980. I write and collect mainly erotica.

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Night Storm

and Other Stories

Thomas Wainwright

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Copyright 2017 Thomas Wainwright

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Jeannette kissed her husband goodbye, and watched as he drove his County SUV down the driveway to the highway.  It was early evening; he worked as a Sheriff's deputy way out here in the middle of nowhere.  He would work until tomorrow morning or even later, depending on whether something major had come up.  Sometimes, something did happen.  Having to fill out paper work for booking a petty thief or a major accident might keep him overtime.  Most of the time, however, it was simply a job of driving around, writing a few tickets, attending accidents, or something like that.  

Jake was a good man; he had provided his wife with a fine home out in the country.  There was room for a garden, and beyond that, they owned a few acres on each side of the house and behind.  One of these days, they figured, they would save enough money and get a loan, and put in trailers or small houses and rent them out.  The house itself was rather large:  a two-story house with four bedrooms upstairs, with a master suite.  There was a study downstairs and a very modern, well-appointed kitchen, with an island in the middle that contained a sink and its own little refrigerator.  It was indeed a nice, comfortable home.  The thing was, it was totally isolated.  The nearest town was ten miles away; the nearest neighbor, a mile down the highway.  There was one of those sudden cool gusts of wind, full of moisture, that preceded a rain. Maybe we would have a good rainstorm that would water my garden, she thought. All the neighbors would envy her garden. That is, if there were any neighbors.

But, Jeannette wondered as she stepped back into the house, but, who the hell would live out here in the middle of nowhere?  There were exactly five trees on the property, all of them near the house.  One, a big birch, was right next to the house.  It would have to be cut back soon, she thought.  

She went into the kitchen and turned on the TV.  The signal was from a satellite dish sitting out in the yard.  With it, she could get the local channels in the town about ten miles away, and just about anything and everything she could imagine.  She switched it to the local news.  Standing in front of the sink, she poured herself a cup of coffee.  Soon, she would fix herself a little snack or something.  The coffee was cold; she put it in the microwave and pressed the button for one minute.  

The local news was just a little disturbing.  A local mental hospital --- twenty miles away --- reported that an inmate had escaped.  The other news was upcoming. The microwave dinged its little alarm, and she pulled the now hot cup of coffee from the oven.  

She frowned as she tasted the coffee, and poured it into the sink.  She got a filter from the cabinet and rinsed out the pot.  The coffee was just too nasty to re-heat.  She would start with a fresh pot. 

Taking her fresh