#fossilized lightning

Where The Lightning Strikes -- rated G, ~1250 words

A brief encounter in the Oxford Museum Of Natural History, in which Science meets Story. “Anthony Crowley.” If the man was a rock star, he was using an alias. But of course he would. “So you’re keen on these?” He nodded at the display case, with its array of branching and contorted mineral formations. “I’d love to go hunting them,” said Jeremy. “But they’re very rare, and we’re not near any deserts or even beaches. Maybe next year, when I’m allowed to drive.” “Funnily enough, I have one,” said the man. “It came with a story. Would you like to hear it?”

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My lil Thor Altar

My cat sleeps in front of this altar all the time.

It’s one of her favorite spots for tummy rubs

One time she got out for 48+ hours and I believe he brought her back to me

I was awoken that night to a blinding light in my dreams and this soft voice telling me to get up

When I looked up to the sliding glass door I was laying a few feet front was Belle and a bolt of lightening behind her

Thor was the one who gifted Freya with her cats

Fulgurite by Shumadra on Flickr.