Knock-knock

          The little cabin at the craig was beaten with gale and waves of frothing
    tumult. Tina sat in her bed painting her toe nails. She was oblivious to the
    storm outside her tiny cabin. Her boy friend had left that morning to return
    the following tuesday. There was nothing to do. The power was out and Tina
    was using a storm candle to paint her toe nails by. Knock! Knock!
          Tina turned toward the front door. Someone was knocking. It couldn't
    be her boy friend. "This was tricky." Tina thought. She grabbed a flashlight
    and the baseball bat by her bed. On the tip of her toes, she could see around
    the window to the front door. "Yup, there's a man there." she muttered.
    It wasn't her boy friend. Knock! Knock! Knock! The knocking was louder.
          "What do you want?!" Tina shouted from her window. The man started to
    walk to the window. Tina shut it and locked it. He stood outside trying say
    something over the storm. All she could see was his mouth moving. Tina
    threw a blanket over herself. She was wearing only an AC/DC T-shirt.
    She pointed to the door. The man knodded and walked in that direction.
    Tina openned the small peep hole and stood on her toes to speak through it.
    "What do you want?" she asked. The man looked like he was hollering, but the
    storm blocked out his words, "there's..... come out... now!"
          Tina thought this was very supicious. The man made a gesture to the sea.
    "No way Hosay. Buddy." she snapped the door shut on the peep hole.
    She could see the man run backwards staring at the door. There was an
    enormous crash. A tidal wave had struck her cabin to splinters. Tina lay under
    her front door. The man picked it up off her. "I'm with the Coast Guard! We have to
    evacuate!" he shouted and picked Tina up like a rag doll. She looked back at her
    cabin and watched it drag away under the waves. She felt lucky.


    Reflections: "Watch ye therefore, for you know not when the Lord is cometh
                      at even, or at midnight, or at the cock-crowing or in the morning.
                      Lest coming on a sudden, he find you sleeping."(Mark 35:34-35)

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