I understand you were angry you were never upgraded to Hurricane and had to travel in coach with the other tropical storms that had barely earned a name, but, Ophelia, I wish you had just gone right out to sea and drowned yourself.
Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind like a drug, like a long-lost love, ever since you made the ocean rise and caused my basement to flood; You were madness from the north-north-west, made of water and wind, and you died a muddy death in an overflowing brook that swamped my yard when I let down my guard.
I understand you were angry you were never upgraded to Hurricane and had to travel in coach with the other tropical storms that had barely earned a name, but, Ophelia, I wish you had just gone right out to sea and drowned yourself.
Paul Freeman
29/9/2023 07:40:11 pm
I love this monologue of bitter personification. There's something about it that says this really happened.
Sherri Bale
30/9/2023 01:57:11 am
We were actually lucky the waves from this storm did not totally breach the dunes, but it sure did put a big damper on a week at the beach.
Sue Clayton
30/9/2023 06:36:40 am
Ophelia and her fellow travelers have much to answer for. Comments are closed.
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