He used to think about her during a hurricane. Going to a hardware store with no name and purchasing supplies and preparing to ensure the storm doesn't take them up in it's wake. Strange though, the thrill of her just continuing to paint as the ocean rose, breaching the beach and flooding their property and their only car - a Doge Colt of all things... not caring for the aftermath. Too much Turner perhaps; too many turbulent paintings in the carousel of western man. But she was right.
Now Fiona is destined (he likes her name). Yet he wonders: "why do hurricanes consolidate circumstances?" He checks for batteries and flashlights.
Steven Rhude, Wolfville