Read an article recently about a teen couple who were holding hands when they were struck by lightning. They survived, and the hand-holding was credited as the reason why. It seemed a good a writing prompt as any, so here goes . . .
Dylan always wondered what his life would have been like if he and Lexy had not been struck by lightning that day. It wasn’t the actual event that had changed everything, it was the after-effects. Everyone telling them they were “meant to be together”. The expectation– apparently held by the entire town– that they would get married, have children, be in love forever. He took another sip from his to-go mug, and adjusted the angle of the vent baffles in the dashboard of his Toyota.
He suspected that Lexy felt as the same ambivalence that he did. They never talked about it, though. They couldn’t. Whenever either of them tried to speak to the other about the lightning strike, painful electricity arched from filling to filling in their mouths. This happened even if they weren’t in the same room. Lexy had the idea that maybe they wouldn’t get zapped if they talked about it on the phone. Dylan agreed to try it. They wanted to test the limits of the phenomenon. Not only did they each jolt every filling in their respective heads, their cell phones had been fried . . .
Worth continuing? Not sure . . .