The storm cut the power, but the radio had batteries. The country station came in the clearest, with only a little static, so they listened to that. They had the windows open, trying to coax the cool air in the apartment, unsuccessfully.
They drank whiskey from the bottle sitting on the kitchen counter. Neither saying much, there wasn’t any need. The thunder startled her, liquor dripped down her chin. She laughed and wiped it with the back of her hand.
Lightning hit the big oak out back. They stood on the porch and watched the tree smoulder under the rain.