one bite crunch, then
crack! The storm breaks outside.
Does she have time to finish
before running for shelter?
“Might as well enjoy it” she thinks,
“this may be the last food for a while”. Crack! rethinking,
she stuffs the sticky treat into her pocket, calls the
dog and they run toward the basement
just as kitchen windows shatters…
Friends around the world this is fiction! Tuesday Tryouts by Margo Rody suggested we write about eating and weather. Having grown up running for the cellar on more than one occasion, it was easy to imagine this story. Of course tornadoes are on everyone’s mind with twister’s still dancing around the mid west. I was born very near this week’s Illinois tornado swarm.
May All Beings find shelter and be safe and well fed.