Another great Blogfest (this one hosted by the very sweet and talented Elizabeth Mueller ) over @Breaking all the Rules…
So here’s my entry, a snippet that never received a name (It’s simply saved as Michael… yes, crude… but simple). Anything older is saved on floppy's and I have no way of accessing them...
I need to throw them away, you say? Hush your mouth. Them's my babies!
This bit actually came to me as an “idea” when I sat out on my porch during a spring storm here in
Of course, after I wrote out this idea it stalled out and never amounted to anything more then taking up a few KB’s on my hard drive. It’s fairly short (only a little over 700 words).
The temperatures had decreased to bone chilling factors. The mid-day sky had darkened to a hazy gray with an almost black horizon. The few trees in the field bent to the winds brutal demand. Her hair slapped at her face viciously, as the leaves rustled fiercely. As suddenly as the wind begun, it had stopped, and in the eerie silence she could hear her rapid breathing.
Big raindrops feel from the sky, slowly at first then turning to a sudden downpour that plastered her clothes to her like an extra layer of skin. Her face and hair was drenched in a matter of seconds. She felt droplets run down her face leaving a trail. It felt as if bony fingertips made of ice had caressed her. The air had changed from the fresh smell of rain and grass to an almost wood burning smell.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. She jerked as her eyes instinctively closed causing her to release Michael’s hand.
“Michael!” Fear seized her insides.
Thunder vibrated around her, drowning out her cry, and actual shook her physically.
“I’m here.” He grasped her hand again, and continued to tug her along after him.
A sound penetrated all others, and she could’ve sworn her heart completely stopped.
A freight train.
“Run!” Michael yelled.
She knew it couldn’t be an actual freight train. But she knew what it must be. All her life she’d heard stories that tornado’s sounded like trains when they were close to you. Now, she knew it was true. That was going to be the last sound she ever heard. That horrible whining sound.
“We have to find cover!” He’d yelled but she still had to strain to hear him.
Running as fast as her legs allowed her too a force slammed into her shoulder. She stumbled with the impact, but Michael never released her hand. To scared to look back, she kept her feet moving. It was getting harder to catch her breath and it felt as if something was jabbing her side, but still she ran. What ripped through the trees and fields behind them promised to be far deadlier then little aches and pains.
“There!” He yelled.
She tired to see what had captured his attention, but it had become impossible to see through her hair, the wind, and rain.
Seconds later she crashed into his back and that’s when she saw what was to be their shelter. A square cement opening that was partially covered by grass lay in near the road they had come upon. There was no telling what was in that hole, or how deep it was, but she was more then willing to chance that then the tornado that was coming.
Michael jumped in first. His entire body had disappeared in the black depth. “Hurry, jump!”
Not giving it another seconds thought, she sat on the edge and jumped inside the dark hole. Her body contacted with his and he instantly pushed her lower to the bottom. Her hands came in contact with something slimy and damp. Smothering a scream, she forced herself to not jump from the entity.
Michael wrapped his wide body on top of hers, burying her head beneath his chest. He smelled of earth, rain, and sweat.
“Whatever happens, keep your head tucked down.” He guided her hands to a round cold object.
A metal pipe, she guessed.
“And do not let go!”
She pulled her body as close to the pipe and hugged it to her chest as firmly as she could. She felt Michael press into her back, sandwiching her between him and the pipe.
The wind and debris had found its way into their sanctuary. Objects hit her arms and hands painfully, even as Michael’s body shielded hers.
All the while that horrifying sound grew louder and closer. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Please, let us make it through this. Please!
“I love you, Michael.” She whispered, fear controlling the volume of her voice.
Moments later the sound dissipated and the wind died down, but she kept her grip on the pipe until she felt Michael’s body relax as well. He unwrapped himself from the protective cover and pulled her to face him.
He stated simply. “I heard that.” And kissed her trembling lips.
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