The open field offered no protection. A low sea of golden wheat surrounded the dance floor placed between two overhead power line poles. Patty would be there, for sure, and Robert had no place to hide.
Paul, his friend, was determined to have a birthday party in an unusual place, so instead of the habitual club, he chose his uncle’s property. The problem was that, at the club, Robert had found a few strategic hiding places, in the DJ booth, closed to the public, but open to him, because the DJ was his brother, in the storage room, closed to the public, but open to him, because the club owner was his school mate, and in the locker-room, closed to the public, but open to him, for the reason mentioned before.
Robert decided to sit as far away from the dance floor as possible. A few sofas had been placed around the planked area and he sunk in one of them, hoping to become invisible.
Patty arrived several hours later with a group of girlfriends, her entourage. The noisy group took over the party completely, becoming the center of attention.
Theirs had been an electrifying and intense relationship at first; however it turned into a bitter agonizing torture for him.
When she spotted Robert she darted over to him and, as usual, threw a string of accusation at him, that he was selfish, that he had cheated on her, that he wasn’t trustworthy.
As her screaming increased, still muffled by the loud music, a single ray of lightning struck the power lines, cutting one of them loose. The wire slashed the air dangerously, starting a complete chaos among the party guests.
Paul still tried to drag Robert away from her claws, but it was too late. The former couple met an ironically electrifying demise.