The Aftermath – Friday Fictioneers

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Title: The Aftermath
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

demolished-purple-tent on driveway with grills

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Jan checked the canopy’s weights. Taylor was getting ice, and she needed to light the grills for the neighborhood barbeque

Taylor’s truck sped toward her, bouncing over the curb, he spilled from his seat before it stopped moving.

“Get inside,” he yelled. As he pointed to the sky, sirens screamed.

“Tornado.”

They raced ahead of the monstrous roar to huddled in the basement.

At the “All Clear” they emerged. The fickle funnel wrecked devastation on the opposite side of the street while their property remained unscathed.

“I’m going to help,” Taylor said.

“I’ll start the grills. They’ll need to eat.”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

47 thoughts on “The Aftermath – Friday Fictioneers”

  5. That was an action-packed 100 words. You have your complete beginning, middle, and end. Given our waning attention spans, you may have just produced the prototype for what novels will be in the future, except there will probably be fewer vowels and complete words.

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  6. Dear Jo,

    This left me breathless. I was sorry that the neighbors’ place was demolished, but relieved for Jan and Taylor and pleased that they were ready to jump in and help. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  11. Have seen that happen. When Hurricane Ike swept through Kentucky (Yep, surprised us, too.) I remember talking on phone with Mom in Ohio from the back balcony and watching the trees bend to the ground. The wind was coming on the opposite side of the building…. so I was sitting on a heavy chair and the wind shifted me and chair about 4 ft. I told Mom with a chuckle, looked up and saw a large piece of my roof fly off. At which point, I told Mom my roof was flying so I thought it best to go in and I’d call back after the storm. After the storm, we were without power for nearly two weeks… in the first few days, I pulled out my camp stove and set it up in the yard. Offered to cook up whatever anyone brought so meat wouldn’t go bad without refrigeration. I cooked non-stop for what seemed like days on end. One neighbor went out and found some more gas for the stove. I was happy that I could help in that small way… and, got to know my neighbors in the process. Our roof was soon patched, then fixed. And we all went on with the gales of Ike remembered.

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    • What a scary incident, but I am happy the damage was only to things that could be fixed. Storms can be impressive in their force and nature is just as awesome in its ability to recover. Deep in our DNA, I believe we are wired to help each other in the wake of those situations. No matter how big or small the task, every helping hand makes a difference. Thank you, for sharing your story, my friend. 🙂

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      • I think that’s how God created us… to be helpful and caring for one another. Somehow, some of us have forgotten that little bit of knowledge.

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    • One afternoon in Oklahoma we watched five funnels tear through the wheat field. One of them demolished the shopping center we had visited earlier in the day. Scary is an understatement. Glad you enjoyed the story, Nan.

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  20. A realistic story with great description, Jo. That would be the most generous thing to do. I was brought up in Ohio in a part that was called Tornado Alley but never saw one except in Virginia. My dad was crossing a bridge and said afterword he didn’t know whether to stay on it or drive off. It hit just ahead of us. —- Suzanne

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