Steathbinder

A Thursday Afternoon in July The morning had been clear but winds were growing stronger as the afternoon progressed, with the humidity rising, the stuffy hot summer weather of the last two days giving way. Now clouds were beginning to build in the west, prelude to the storms that were predicted to come later this afternoon, some forecasters said could become severe. The car turned onto a street lined with old growth trees. The large yards, many ornately fenced in, were well manicured and pruned before the large, older Victorian and colonial style homes that were well maintained. The street was empty, no children running and only the odd expensive car or two driving past, which wasn’t surprising for the early afternoon hour. Grace shifting in her seat slightly, silently watched the trees and properties pass by, knowing they were getting close to their destination. There was little else she could do. ...