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A near miss


The rain was torrential.
Storm clouds and lightning.
Buckets of water indeed.
Washing the earth clean.

I was out in the storm.
Soaked; even with a windbreaker.
Lots of lightning and thunder.
Each flash, a boom echoed.

I was cold and wet.
Feeling sorry for myself.
The storm wasn’t letting up.
Instead, it was getting stronger.

I found shelter from the storm.
At an old abandoned bus-stop.
It gave some cover but not much.
I huddled on the seat, shivering.

Then lightning struck.
A bright flash, then thunder.
The sun inside the storm.
The bus-stop no more.

I was still sitting on the seat.
My shelter had collapsed.
A near miss. I wasn’t struck.
On shakey legs I got up.

The storm had calmed down.
Home was three miles to go.
I continue my interrupted jog.
A near miss. I was still here.

(Plucked from the inside of a morbid imagination.)

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

10 thoughts on “A near miss

    1. Thank you for your concern. I am sorry scaring you. My imagination sometimes go off on its own and create a reality that did not happen. Morbid scenes.

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