banks’ morning following francine began with him staring right through diversion’s front window . typically, that wouldn’t be a bad thing, if it weren’t for the two - by - fours ripped away from the glass and scattered on the beachfront before the store . or the lack of glass separating him from outside and the low level of standing water inside . a groan rolls at the base of his throat and suddenly a category two might carry the damage of a three, just because of some poorly nailed boards . his dad was gonna be livid .
it doesn’t take long to rip free most of the wood barricading the front door . banks tosses the waterlogged pieces to the side and it’s when he’s crouched down, battling with one of the final nails, that the pound of footsteps shake the wooden path beneath him . “ look out for the glass, ” is his only idle warning as the metal finally loosens and he drops it into the tool bag at his side . ( @alinafm . )