The storm raged outside as the old man looked out the window. It had been forever since he had felt the cold rain on his face and the wind in his hair. The orderlies wouldn't let him go outside in normal conditions, let along a storm of this magnitude. It was pretty late, he wondered if he could sneak by the front desk. Worth a try he thought. What did he have to lose?
The old man wheeled his chair into the lobby of the building.
So far so good.
And then past the front desk - where the guard was sleeping and into the middle middle of the front lawn. He pointed his face to the sky. The rain pelted his him, and soaked his hair. It made him feel a live.
Suddenly.
"Zap." A bolt of lightning came from the sky and hit the man in the wheelchair, turning him to ash. And as suddenly as the lighting had happened - the storm broke and the sky cleared. There was no sign of the man.
Everyone wondered where he went, as all that was left was his wheel chair. Some said heaven. Some said someone took him.
But we know the truth.
Yes! I really DO hope this brave old man spent his last moments on earth like this :-) Alone, outside, with the fresh rain on his face. Free.
Thanks for taking the time to write me a story :-)