Dark Angel

I raced along the highway going way too fast, but I was scared. I looked in my rearview mirror as the funnel cloud touched down on the road behind me. It was a full-blown tornado now. Roaring and twisting, it chased me, getting closer with each passing second. Hail pounded my windshield and bounced off the road around me.

“Dear God, help me. I don’t want to die.” I floored the accelerator as I tried to beat the storm. My life hung in the balance. Would I be killed in a car crash or become the victim of the tornado that loomed over me? I saw a bridge ahead of me squeezed my foot down as far as it would go, racing for the bridge, hoping it would shelter me.

Racing a tornadoAlmost there! Noooooooo! I stomped on my brakes and screamed as a dark shaped loomed ahead of me. An overturned truck blocked my way and I could do nothing to avoid it. I didn’t feel the impact, I felt nothing. I was dead!

No longer afraid of the tornado, I floated above my mangled car. A man lay on the ground below me. He moaned in pain, but I couldn’t help him. I looked down at myself, or what was left of me, a bloody mess of mangled flesh. I couldn’t cry. I was dead.

Movement caught my eye and a dirty light glided towards me. I wasn’t alone anymore.



My ears buzzed and my head hurt. How could that be? I was dead.

“You, whats your name?”

“Me?” I asked.

“Who else could I be taking to?” said the harsh voice that approached me.

I looked at the now silent body on the ground.

“I’m not taking to that fool, he’s dead”

I shuddered. The shape that approached me had wings. Could this be an angel?  Surely not, she was dark, and her voice was cruel. I shielded my face with my arm as she grew close, her brightness hurt my eyes.

“Am I dead?” I asked.

“No, it was you or him, and it pleased me to let you live….for now anyway.”

Her light went out and I was alone, trapped in my car. I felt no pain, just fear. Sirens approached, help was at hand. I thought of the dark angel and wondered if I’d be better off dead.


Dead of July by Sandra Thompson


Ghost on the Beach

I wandered along by the water’s edge at sunset. Sunsets on the Pacific side of the Baja Peninsula are beautiful. Making myself comfortable in the warm sand, I enjoyed the tranquility as the sun slid lower in the sky.


An unexpected voice startled me. I thought I was alone.

“Hola señora”

I turned around to see a young girl sitting on the beach behind me. Handcrafted jewellery surrounded her on a blanket. Why didn’t I hear her arrive?

“Hola” I replied. My Spanish was very limited but I admired her handiwork.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Sophia” she said.  What is your favorite color? I make you something”

“Green, I like green” I told her. I loved buying jewellery from the beach people. It was my favorite vacation souvenir.

“I make you a green bracelet.” she said. I watched for a while as her nimble fingers deftly strung together pretty green polished stones. She hummed softly as she worked. I turned back towards the ocean and watched the last glimmer of sunlight disappear, casting a golden hue on the water. Breathing deeply I enjoyed the moment. Realizing the soft humming had stopped, I looked around to see if my bracelet was finished, but Sophia was nowhere to be seen.  Had I imagined her? There were no footprints in the sand. I smelled lilies, sweet and strong.

Something caught my eye.  A green bracelet lay where Sophia once sat. I rubbed my eyes. My imagination again?


It’s smooth glittering beauty shone in the blood-red remains of the sunset, but there was no trace of its maker, no footsteps in the sand, nothing. I walked slowly back to my hotel looking around one more time before I left the beach in the hopes of seeing Sophia,  but she was gone.

One of the hotel staff was clearing away the towels from the sun loungers by the pool. I approached him, holding the bracelet so he cold see it.

“I wanted to buy this from Sophia, but she left before I could pay her.” I told him. “Do you know when she will be here again?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Señora, Sophia does not come here. She not come back after bad storm two years ago. Big waves came without warning. We think she drowned. We look for her, but we never find her. No one see her since.”

“Look, I have the bracelet.” I said holding up my hand, but my hand was empty.

“Sorry señora, I think maybe you feel her somehow, but Sophia, she’s gone.”

My heart was heavy as I walked back to my room. The beautiful young girl was now just a ghost on the beach.


Dead of July (Small)




Riders on the Storm

DSC00612It was a shitty Monday at work. Chaotic and unpleasant. Annie stopped off at the supermarket on the way home to get a lottery ticket and a couple of pieces of fried chicken for dinner. Fried chicken was her comfort food.

A storm rolled in as she parked in her garage. The clouds boiled in the darkening sky.

“Yes! I love a good storm.” she said to herself as she dumped her chicken on the countertop and grabbed her camera from the table.

DSC00619Oh just look at those clouds, it’s going to be a good one, she said to no-one. Annie lived alone.

Standing on the deck for a better view, she captured the storm through the lens of her camera. Lightening flashed and thunder roared. It was a good way to end the day, nature in all its glory, showing its anger with the world.

Huge drops of rain splattered on the deck. “Bring it on” she yelled, her upturned face searching the skies for the best shot. She snapped photos, one after the other as the sky grew darker, not noticing the shapes appearing all around her. She saw only clouds.

“Open your eyes Annie” the wind howled, but Annie didn’t hear it.

She hummed to herself as she continued to snap photographs “Riders on the Storm”, it was her favorite song. Even at the mature age of 45, Annie was a wild one. Never married, no one could tame her. She pirouetted gracefully around the deck, dancing with the wind, her clothes sticking to her wet body, Devilalive for the first time in weeks.

Her camera was forgotten as she opened her arms to the skies.

The devil rode out in Colorado that night, looking for a soul to steal. As he looked down at Annie, he knew it would be easy pickings.

He reached his fiery hand down to scoop her up.

She never felt a thing.

When Annie failed to show up at work the following day, her colleges thought she was sick. After two days they began to worry.

On the third day, they called the police, who broke into her house.

Annie was nowhere to be seen, but they found her camera on the deck.

The photos captured there told a story. It was a story that would be told on dark nights around camp fires as teenagers shared their urban legends, only this one was true.

The Devil rode out in Colorado one night, looking for a soul to steal!

It was easy pickings.

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Dead of July (Small)[4] Color 1



rain window “I’m tired of the Corporate world.  There I’ve said it.” Trina said to a group of bleary eyed executives sitting around a conference room table. “I am tired, burnt out, exhausted and this will be my last deal. I miss my baby girl, my husband and my home. I want to enjoy my life, not be a prisoner to stress. I’m done.”

“Yea, yea, until they dangle another promotion and raise in front of you. Then you will be hooked again, for just a little bit longer”. her college said.

Trina looked out of the window of the tenth floor conference room. The drizzle had turned to heavy rain. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples in an effort to ease her throbbing head. “No I’m done. I am going home while I still have the energy to drive.” She walked from the room, a petite figure in a blue suit. “She’ll be back.” The CEO said jovially. She likes the challenge.

Trina was tired of the challenge, bone tired. As she slid behind the wheel of her little sports car she laughed and though, I am going to buy a big hulking ‘mum mobile’ this car doesn’t work for kids. She drove out of the parking garage an onto the street and was immediately blinded by lightning. Wow, that won’t help my headache, she thought.

lighteningShe inched her way carefully through the flooded city streets and breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the highway. The phone rang and she pushed the button to answer it. The sweet sound of her baby girl filled the car. “Will you be home soon mummy?” she asked.

“Yes sweetie I will. You get ready for bed, I will be there in two shakes of a lambs tail.” she answered.

“Love you mummy”

“Love you too pet”

Trina smiled briefly before the truck hit her.

RainThen her world went black. When she opened her eyes she was floating in a surreal world. Nothing was solid. Disturbing shapes in suits floated past her, reaching out to her. She tried to put her feet on the ground to balance herself, but she had no control. Trina opened her mouth to scream for help, but no sound came out. Someone was calling her name. TRINA, TRINA. She looked towards the voice. It was her boss. He was reaching out to her, bundles of money in his hands. She turned away.

She heard another voice Mummy, mummy, come back, I love you, I’m over here, can you see me? I need you. That voice made her feel warm and comfortable. She turned to see her baby girl looking at her with tears in her eyes. Trina moved towards the voice, and to the lovely fresh smell of her little girl.

A loud noise invaded the tranquility and she panicked, unable to hear her baby anymore. She was sweating, fighting with something. Trina felt a hand grip her arm. Oh god, was she dead. Has she been in a car accident?

“Trina, Trina, wake up.” It was her husband Ben. “You were having a bad dream.” he said as he turned off the alarm. Her baby girl was standing in the bedroom doorway with an alarmed look on her face. “Mummy are you alright.” she asked “Can I have a cuddle?”

“Yes sweetie, come and snuggle up with me, I need a cuddle too.”  Lucy bounced onto the bed and under the covers. Trina felt good.

Ben looked at the clock. “You are going to be late for work love.” he said.

“I am not going to work.” she replied

“Are you taking the day off, I thought you had a big meeting today and would be staying late.”

Trina hugged her daughter and smiled. “I am taking the next five years off, maybe longer”  she said as she snuggled back under the covers with her precious baby girl.


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