A Clock in a ThunderstormA Clock in a Thunderstorm
By Jessica L. Cohen
“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson
The world was washed over in an eerie blue haze as water pounded against the windshield of a baby blue Honda. The car was a front end-two-wheel drive nightmare with a long history of engine trouble and a huge dent in the left rear fender. It sailed across the blacktop one late afternoon in the midst of a Georgia thunderstorm with the rear end occasionally slipping on the tarmac.
Oliver, the driver, never really noticed. He was more focused on the broken phone call he was having. His iPhone was wedged in the console and set to loudspeaker. The person speaking from the device sounded garbled and mechanical, words barely discernable thanks to the poor reception. One might blame the storm for the poor connection or the backwo