We congratulated ourselves on finding the ideal home. All our lives we had dreamed of escaping the city, and finally we had a beautiful cottage: views of mountains from the front window and the peaceful lap-lap of the ocean behind.
Everything was perfect…until the night of the storm. Towering waves slammed against the windows, and seaspray leaked through the thatch. Fearing for our lives, we huddled together and prayed. The sea raged mercilessly all through the night, eventually calming as the sun rose.
The extreme weather meant we spent the next week clearing the detritus from the garden, before putting the cottage on sale.
This piece is writing is part of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups.