Stories for the Living 4

Yarden couldn't breath. It was the weather. It was the house. It was musky and damp and teh cold cement floors of the basement felt safe, predictable, anchored. Yarden could hear the thunder outside rumble as if the sky had split in two and was ready to swallow a piece of the world. Yarden found it thrilling. He hoped those hunter would get drenched. He heard a million raindrop chime outside in an orchestra procession, harmonious asymmetry.