Strange clouds were passing overhead. They were black as night providing a stark contrast to the cool blue sky.
– There’s a storm coming.
– To say the least.
His arm hairs stood on end.
– GET TO THE GROUND!
But it was too late. Electricity was surging through his buddies body. He looked like a cat the way his body twisted and squirmed. As tended to happen a ridiculous thought crossed his mind. The skeleton doesn’t show like it does in cartoons. Always an inappropriate thought for a inappropriate moment.
As quickly as the lightning struck his friend was on the ground. He’d never loose that image. Smoldering flesh and burning clothing.
His arm hair lay flat on his arm and it smells like cooked meat. Always an inappropriate thought for an inappropriate moment.