In the Alley #amwriting

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In the Alley

When the barometer drops, I feel the rotation in the churning clouds. I’m itching to be with Jeff, chasing storms instead of sick in bed on my cell listening to them talk about congestion on the dirt roads. Too many novices craving tornado selfies.

“You’d hate it,” Jeff says. “It’s a freakin’ parade.”

Fear spikes. “Don’t get blocked in.”

“Me?” He chuckles.

Someone tweets: an F-4 heading south toward Jeff. The call ends. No signal.

Hail taps at the window. Debris swirls in the motel parking lot. Darkness devours. Sirens wail.

No need to chase the storm, it’s found me.




Sascha Darlington

49 thoughts on “In the Alley #amwriting

  1. Since I’m a little late to the reading game ~ been “under the weather” ~ everyone else has said exactly what I would have said. Growing up in Denver, CO we had a few tornado warnings come down the wire and that was pretty freaky. Nicely told.

    1. Thanks, Alicia. I’m a weather geek (amongst other things) so I do read about storm chasers and how the amateurs have joined in. It’s made an already bad situation far more danger. I appreciate your reading!

      1. My pleasure. I hadn’t thought about the amateur storm chasers. I think as time goes by the amateurs are ruining many things – hiking, camping and exploring the wilderness just to name a few. No planning, lots of selfies … I’ve got to stop before I make you crazy.

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