Note. This part of my love for "flash fiction" although is based on a true story. I wrote it yesterday.
It didn’t come
The anticipation was increasing in her by the minute. Almost felt as an arousal. A state of heightened physiological activity that made her heart beat a little faster, the pupils dilated and her body in tension. The newsroom was cold, as usual, only getting warm when the bright lights were on.
She kept moving side to side on her desk, flipping buttons on her remote control from her own station to The Weather Channel. Her computer screen showed the first of many contradictions surrounding the phenomenon that would change her entire mood throughout the day. The National Weather Service was waiting for the storm to turn into a cyclone, but the Hurricane Center said quite the opposite.
This is my time of the year, though the meteorologist.
