It is a humid, thunderstorm-y evening in Melbourne this Friday. I know those clouds are hiding a full moon. As I worked in a cafe bar in St. Kilda, the sky cracked it and I watched the lightning strike across Port Phillip Bay.
Okay, so it wasn’t this, exactly. But lightning is lightning.
A friend of mine once told me about a friend of his who was once struck. It gave him a red scar that began at the top of his right shoulder, and burned diagonally downwards, across his torso, and down his left leg.
Lucky, or unlucky?