Special thanks to my Editor, CallieJane8 for helping me on this one
Carrie sat there in silence and read the words on her computer screen. "If there is another hurricane, I don't want you to be scared. If you don't want to be alone, I hope you know that you can always stay with me. Signed, Rob". The message was dated months ago. It had been a quiet hurricane season, at least for them in this part of Florida. Last year was so bad, Carrie wanted to run away and never come back to where she could be affected by another hurricane. And that's when she had her husband. But he was gone now. They were still friends, but the love was gone.
"Hurricane Wanda is coming closer to Florida. It should make land fall by Monday afternoon. Expect it to hit Central Florida by morning on Tuesday," the local newscaster read off the TelePrompTer.
It sent shivers down Carrie's spine. She reread the email again, not sure why she saved it all this time. It made her smile that her friend cared that much about her. She looked out the window. It was a blue clear day, but Carrie knew better. Florida weather was always tricky, and then complicated more by an impending hurricane. She wasn't sure she could make it through the hurricane by herself. But she thought about it. And the more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to be alone. She picked up the phone and dialed the phone.
"Can I speak to Rob?" she said after someone picked up the phone on the other line.
"This is him. Hi, Carrie," he replied. Carrie felt something get caught in her throat.
"Hey. I don't know how to say this. So I'm just going to come out with it. I was going through my list of saved emails and I came across one you sent me a few months ago. ) I don't know if you were serious when you told me I could stay with you if there was another hurricane...," she started to say. She could feel the sweat on her brow as she talked.
"Of course I was serious. If you need a place to stay, you are always welcome here," he replied.
"Thank you so much. You're a good friend. I'm not sure though. I guess it all depends on the hurricane. I'm not saying I'll be over. I'm not saying I won't be, you know?" she replied.
"Of course. I just want you to know that offer still stands. I just don't want you to be scared."
"I'll be scared either way. But it's good to know that I have somewhere to go? You know?" she said as she sat at her kitchen table.
"Yeah, I know. So how have you been?" he replied.
Rob and Carrie talked over the phone for the next 20 minutes about mostly nothing. Every time he tried to turn the conversation to her, she dodged. Carrie wasn't much into talking about herself, especially now. She was afraid too many people would feel bad for her, being newly divorced. That was the last thing she wanted to feel. She knew Rob wasn't like that. It was more of a force of habit. As much as she denied it, she had all ready made up her mind. She knew she would wind up at Rob's for the hurricane. She didn't want to be alone. She knew that much. She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid.
Days passed and all over the local news was stories about Hurricane Wanda heading right for them. Carrie couldn't sleep at night. She was scared. She didn't want to face another hurricane, especially now. It was the talk of work too. Everyone they worked with was getting ready for the storm. Carrie saw Rob in the break room.
"I just want to make sure that you are completely serious about this." she asked him.
"Of course I am serious. Why do you think I wouldn't be serious?" he replied.
"I just don't want to show up at your door and look like an ass, that's all," Carrie said with a smile. She knew in her heart that he was serious. She just wanted to hear him say it one more time before she told him the truth.
"I would never do that to you. I thought you knew me better then that."
"I do, of course I do. You are right. I am sorry, Rob," she felt embarrassed now. She turned away, afraid to look at him.
"There is nothing to sorry about. Does this mean that you will be coming?" he asked as he walked in front of her, almost forcing her to look at him.
"I just don't want to be an inconvenience for you, that's all." She forced herself to smile at him.
"You would never be an inconvenience to me. Especially since I was the one who brought this up to you. So explain to me, how you would then be an inconvenience to me? Huh?" he smiled at her. She laughed.
"I guess you have a point there". She shrugged. "So, should I bring anything?
"Does that mean that you are coming?" he smiled at her.
"I can't say for sure. I guess it all depends on how close the hurricane is going to hit, you know?"
"I understand. And no, don't worry about bringing anything. I think we'll be all right".
"Thanks, Rob," she said. She leaned over and hugged him. She left the room before he could respond.
Rob went home that night and logged onto his computer, hoping that Carrie would be online. Much to his despair, he didn't see her that night. He opened an email that she had sent him a while ago. Carrie had written a poem that she wanted Rob to read. It was called "Temptation". He smiled as he read it for the third time that night. He couldn't be sure it was about him. There had always been a little sexual tension between the two of them. And Carrie was no suddenly single. She had never said when she had written the poem. Rob had never really noticed her until after her divorce.
She wasn't the tall leggy blonde that seems to get most people's attention. She was short with long black hair and a cute face. Rob chalked it up to the stigma of being a married woman. He never really noticed married women because they were off the market, thus being attracted to them was pointless. It would always end in heartbreak. But now she was single. And he couldn't help but notice her now. She wasn't the usual beauty. She wasn't dropped dead gorgeous. But instead, she was adorably cute. Carrie definitely had a girl next door look to her.
For the rest of the night, Rob waited for Carrie to come online. But she never came on. He had a drink before he went to bed. As he tossed and turned, he remembered another conversation they had online. It was all about trying to control your dreams. He always joked that he was trying to control his dreams so he would dream about someone. He never said who. She would always laugh and encourage him and say "good luck tonight". She had to know he was referring to him, she just had to know. Those dreams never came though.
Rob finally fell asleep late that night. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He knew that if she came over for the hurricane, nothing sexual would happen. He doubted that she even thought of him in that way.
He woke up the next day at 6:45 A.M., the usual time for him. Slowly he got out of bed. His feet dragged as he opened his door and walked into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, kind of disgusted what he saw. His hair was messed up. He had just one day's growth on his face, his job not allowing him to grow facial hair. He stripped his clothes off and turned on the water for the shower. He stepped in, not completely awake yet. Stepping under the water, he began to slowly wake from his slumber. The warm water cascaded over his body. Finally he was awake and ready to go to work. Quickly he turned off the water and stepped off, grabbing the nearest towel and drying himself off. He combed his hair and walked out of the bathroom,
Twenty minutes later he was on his way to work. It would be a long hour before he arrived there, and in that time he had plenty of time to think. He looked around, seeing all the houses that were being boarded up in preparation for the storm. His apartment had none of that. He wasn't afraid though. The day before he had stocked up on everything he would need, water, batteries and food that needed little to prepare. He felt pretty safe in his apartment. The threat of a hurricane didn't bother him. Rob listened to the news cast. The weather forecast wasn't good. Hurricane Wanda was still heading in his direction, and she would be here tomorrow afternoon.
It was a pretty non-chalant day at work. A lot of hustle and bustle, people making plans for tomorrow. Rob heard a few co-workers talking about a hurricane party. They invited him, but he said he just wanted to be home in case anything should happen. Carrie called into work, possibly preparing for the storm in the forecast.
As he was preparing to leave work that night, his managers called a late night meeting to discuss tomorrow.
"In the event that the hurricane does make its way to us tomorrow morning as it looks like it will, obviously there will be no work. You all know the number by now to call. We will keep updating the hotline, just in case. Have a good night everyone," his manager said as everyone started filing out of the room.
Rob rushed home to see if there was a message from Carrie. Unfortunately, there wasn't. He checked online but again, no sign of her. Rob checked the news one more time before bed. It looked pretty inevitable. Hurricane Wanda was coming for a visit. He checked around his apartment to make sure that he had everything he would need in the morning in case of a power outage. Satisfied that he had everything he could need, Rob checked his alarm clock one last time and turned off the lights and went to bed.