Flash Fiction 3 Tornado

Note I lived through the May 3rd 1999 tornados in Oklahoma. I almost drove right into the storm.

Sounds of a train fill my ears, no tracks are near.

The rain lashes the window, the walls appear to breath.

Shelter is needed, but it is too late, the storm is here.

A closet will have to do as the sounds of the train roar through.

Things rattle and shake, you’d think it was a quake.

The hail pelts the windows, as I shiver in place.

Crashing and smashing is heard.

Will I have a home, flashes through my mind.

The train departs roaring away towards others in it’s path.

Shaken and stirred I emerge, alive but terrified of what the light will bring.

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