Just Intense Bliss (short Story) It was cold and dreary as Lanny Dawson trudged along the rough pathway outside the London underground station. Rain spattered her bare arms making them numb and shaky and the air made her skin raw. Lanny wished fruitlessly that her warm super dry coat would miraculously materialise from thin air. The fresh radiant sunshine seemed to have been left behind at Lanny's home town in Northumberland. She was visiting her grandma Mavis's while her social worker decided where to send her, Lanny's mother and father had died in a harrowing fire calamity. Her eyes filled with unwelcome tears as she remembered the noise as the scorching embers of her house crumbled to the ground. Lanny reached the end of the road and turning left hurried up the stairs to flat number 21. Mavis embraced Lanny firmly as she entered the musty living room. The flat had acquired an antiquated look since Lanny's grandpa had passed away slowly decaying like its owners lively spirit. She threw her rucksack of salvaged belongings onto a nearby sofa and dust twisted upwards in a thick mist, coughing Lanny joined her grandma in the kitchen. The weather outside had worsened, great black clouds had gathered above London as if attending some secret meeting. Mavis fumbled with the teapot and it slipped to the floor with a deafening crash, fragments of striped blue China flying across the cracked tiles. The porcelain was vibrating, the cabin ares were vibrating, everything was reverberating. Unanticipatedly there was a bang, Lanny could see a funnel of wind typhooning through the air strewing houses in its wake like a baby with its toys. The tornado wasn't sparing anything in its frivolous rampage. Lanny suddenly found her feet grabbing her grandma she ran out of the flat and down the windswept road a puffing Mavis struggling to keep up, they reached a small bridge where another family had taken refuge Lanny clambered onto the girders holding out a violently shaking hand to her grandma but the twister was gaining on them tossing houses aside in its race to destroy. Lanny suddenly felt Mavis's grip slide on her sweaty palm then she was gone so quickly flung into the air limp and #lifeless like many others who had deceased that terrible day the tornado passed over them whipping Lanny's hair around and threatening to bring her with it, then it passed,the small family climbed from the girders shaking but alive, but Lanny just couldn't move, the bridge swayed above them its hinges tired, people where yelling at her telling her to move but it was no use. With a last groan the bridge gave way and fell in a heap of metal . She felt nothing, she remembered nothing, just intense bliss.