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What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the tempestuous Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Storm".
He stood in the middle of the street, letting the wind whip around him as he turned a complete circle, scanning the lowering clouds. Looking for signs of trouble.
"As long as this wind keeps up", he thought to himself, "we'll be alright."
Inside the house, his wife and kids watched from the front window, afraid for what might be coming. All the thunder and lightning from just a little while ago was gone.
It was strangely quiet and the air was getting still.
He ran into the house.
"Downstairs, quick. Into the basement. It's REALLY going to storm."
Ndinombethe.
7 comments:
When it goes all quiet, that's when you need to worry.
I lived for 5 years in Nebraska and remember this kind of storm well. And speaking of well- well written.
It's odd. I remember the big hurricanes when I lived in Miami. Just before the wind began to blow, it got eerily quiet outside, and there was not one bird or animal to be seen or heard.
Just reading all these short narrations about the coming storm, makes me shudder. I can only imagine what it must be like for those who face them in real.
The calm before the storm. Perfectly captured.
Maybe I'm being weirdo robot again but I saw the storm as the anticipation...menaing waht everyone wa sthinking/feeling. I liked it, Lou. You grabbed me.
Sounds pretty right on. :) Wonder if they'll make it, lol.
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