Mary O Toole: A Short Narrative

When Allie woke the next morning, the outdoor decor was dark, windy, and gloomy - A low-lying mist covered the entire harbor, obscuring from view the forts and any ship that might dare sail in those conditions. The aroma of salt was stronger than usual in the air- Allie inhaled deeply before she sat down to drink her coffee. Mary O’Toole had warned her that the weather was getting bad out when she brought her coffee up. “A storms a brewing for sure,” said Mary. Allie did not mind the rain, but if the wind was blowing very hard, she would not be able to sit outside; it would blow the rain onto the balcony and soak her. Today was the day she was supposed to go to her grandmother’s and distract her while Eli copied down the text written on the …show more content…
When the mist cleared, black storm clouds churned far out in the ocean- a gust of wind blew so hard that it rattled the windows behind her and then slammed the transom door to the hallway shut; behind the wind, heavy rain began to fall; a misty rain blew onto the balcony covering her face and arms. The warm, moist air felt good; it smelled good too.
“You ought to come inside, Miz Jackson. This weather is only gonna get worse as the day goes on- I believe we have us a hurricane a coming this way.”
Ignoring Mary O’Toole’s warning, Allie sipped her coffee, enjoying the vaporous air surrounding her- she felt vibrant and alive. The air was rife with emotion- happiness, fear, sorrow; it felt almost sensual- gleefully tingling; the air was so pungent it crackled. Allie wondered if the wind carried people’s emotions with it as it traveled across the lands. When she touched her arms and face, she felt sandy particles.
“It smells like the islands,” said Gabe, as he walked out onto the balcony. “A hurricane for sure- they down trees and houses- they sink ships too,” he said suddenly, his eyes wide with