Don't Look Down
by Joanne Faries
"Darling, we must go, or we won't get off this island," said Kyle as he latched cupboard doors on the RV. "Hurricane is 'bout here. Aw, don't cry. We've been through this before."
Carrie snuffled. "Nerves. You worked hard on the deck. Our palm trees are so big. I can't bare to see it obliterated."
"That's why we're heading out now," he said emphatically, sat in the driver's seat, and turned the key. "You won't be a witness. Plus, the deck's on stilts." He patted the passenger seat. She plopped into it and buckled up. Kyle leaned over to give her a kiss. "Faith, sweetheart."
They joined the line of vehicles crossing the bridge from Padre Island and headed northwest to Austin to park at his sister's house. The visit proved nerve-wracking, from the weather standpoint and her three yappy dogs. Four days after arrival, the couple gave hugs, waves, and sighs of relief as they returned to their property.
"Doesn't look too bad," she said peering out her window. "Smaller trees ripped, and plenty of crap on our beach. I don't see . oh, honey .where's the deck?" He pulled to a stop and she leaped from the RV.
"Looks like I built one thing well," Kyle said with a laugh. He and Carrie stood at the bottom of his custom designed redwood staircase. "Shall we?" With a tentative first step, she grasped the hand carved railing, and they climbed the fifteen steps to nowhere together.
"Darling, we must go, or we won't get off this island," said Kyle as he latched cupboard doors on the RV. "Hurricane is 'bout here. Aw, don't cry. We've been through this before."
Carrie snuffled. "Nerves. You worked hard on the deck. Our palm trees are so big. I can't bare to see it obliterated."
"That's why we're heading out now," he said emphatically, sat in the driver's seat, and turned the key. "You won't be a witness. Plus, the deck's on stilts." He patted the passenger seat. She plopped into it and buckled up. Kyle leaned over to give her a kiss. "Faith, sweetheart."
They joined the line of vehicles crossing the bridge from Padre Island and headed northwest to Austin to park at his sister's house. The visit proved nerve-wracking, from the weather standpoint and her three yappy dogs. Four days after arrival, the couple gave hugs, waves, and sighs of relief as they returned to their property.
"Doesn't look too bad," she said peering out her window. "Smaller trees ripped, and plenty of crap on our beach. I don't see . oh, honey .where's the deck?" He pulled to a stop and she leaped from the RV.
"Looks like I built one thing well," Kyle said with a laugh. He and Carrie stood at the bottom of his custom designed redwood staircase. "Shall we?" With a tentative first step, she grasped the hand carved railing, and they climbed the fifteen steps to nowhere together.