Hailstones
Like a hailstorm from Hell, something pounded the roof, first in a quick staccato dissonance then becoming a cacophony of bass drum thuddings.
Like a hailstorm from Hell, something pounded the roof, first in a quick staccato dissonance then becoming a cacophony of bass drum thuddings. Val jumped up from the couch he’d been napping on. He stepped to the front door and looked out across his covered deck at the pile of plum-sized stones beginning to cover the ground. Rocks?