Unpredictable Slamming

It was a still, hot August night. The crickets were chirping but other than that, the night was silent. My a/c was out so the doors were left open in a desperate attempt to catch a breeze through the house. We were sitting at the table with candles lit and a bottle of red wine between us. The conversation had a life of it's own. The words were flowing faster than the wine. The conversation was intriguing. A breeze rushed past the table. The candles flickered. The air felt cold on my sweat soaked skin. The door slammed. The conversation stopped. The mood was broken. The spell ended. "Oh look at the time!" My companion made a hasty retreat and was gone.

It was a still, hot August night. The crickets were chirping but other than that, the night was silent. My a/c was out so the doors were left open in a desperate attempt to catch a breeze through the house. We were sitting at the table with candles lit and a bottle of red wine between us. The conversation had a life of it's own. The words were flowing faster than the wine. The conversation was intriguing. A breeze rushed past the table. The candles flickered. The air felt cold on my sweat soaked skin. The door swung partly closed onto its SoftSlam then slowly opened again. The conversation continued with a new rush of life after the refreshing breeze.

The choice is yours.