I haven’t visited Friday Fictioneers for a while…for longer than I can remember ever not visiting. Here is my effort. Many thanks to Rochelle.
The car abandoned, we charge to the underpass where it’s safe.
“No!” Neil drags me farther to a manhole. I look from him to the steel, consider my various neuroses, and shake my head.
He yanks up the cover and gestures for me to go down.
I peer into darkness; the roaring winds like an oncoming locomotive, send me downwards.
He switches his cell to flashlight. I gasp air. He chuckles.
We’re safe. The animal roars above, a demon, aching for dessert.
He flicks his screen. “Make it with You” plays, a song he despises, but I love.
5 thoughts on “Tornado”
I can just imagine the peace of listening to the music, to sooth the feeling of being petrified as the tornado passes by. Gripping flash fiction.
Love is where you find it. 😉 Good build of tension with relief at the end. Nicely don.
A terrifying experience but Neil seems to be in charge and I really like the way you bring the tension down at the end.
Excellent take Sascha, a terrifying experience.