It was raining heavily. The dark sky hindered the vision making the mid-noon appear dark. Thunderstorms had unleashed lightning, as if to punish someone. The skinny house, which stood on the middle of the hill, was trying hard to restrain the blazing wind.
The flimsy black robe that covered Hannah lifted more often exposing her nakedness. As she climbed the rocky hill, the river overflowed down in the valley, since it was raining cats and dogs for the last three days. Birds that took refuge under the branches had started to shiver out of cold. Grasslands had turned to puddles. Fishes enjoyed their breeding grounds but they too got drifted from their regular habitats. Uncertainty was ruling every minds. Will their lives drown in this weather? Such a day it was.
Hannah climbed the hills bare foot. Drenched in mud, her feet felt heavy still she dragged herself towards the hill top. The house stood there, as if it was expecting Hannah. The moment she touched the doorsteps, the doors got opened.
And there she stood… like a ghost, Annie met Hannah at last or can it be among her another wild imaginations?
