Storming In

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Sometimes you can see them coming but not this time.

Submitted: January 03, 2018

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Storming In.

There’s no creeping this time; no subtlety or stealth in its approach. One minute it’s calm and the next.....it comes hurtling in, full-throttle, to smash with such force it’s hard to know what has hit you.

The wind howls. It seems to be coming from all directions at once. Those caught outside make a dash for cover, but the problem is that it has no intention of leaving soon. It wants to hang around and play, testing it's strength against your resilience. No temporary shelter will do much good. You need to head for home.

The wind buffets your car and it is a struggle to stop it from forcing you into the wrong lane. Did you ever like driving? You certainly don’t now. That truck a few cars ahead, is it leaning too far? You are torn now between your rush to get home and your desire to keep a good distance between you and a potential catastrophe.

Half a mile to go and lightning splits the sky. There’s no rain though and the flash is a fair distance away. The rumble of thunder is quiet enough to be barely distinguishable from the sounds of the traffic.

Not a moment too soon you pull into your driveway. The trees around your garden are being pushed and pulled violently backwards and forwards. You inch your car forwards, all the while trying to assess where the safest place is to park it. The last thing you need is to find it buried underneath a tree.

Finally you settle on a spot not too far from your door. The wind hits you when you climb out from it, almost taking your feet from underneath you. No wonder it was such a struggle to drive, you think as you fumble for your keys. The rain has started and although it is not heavy, the force of the wind makes it sting.

You find yourself being almost propelled through your door and into the hallway. The wind wants to come in too, and it whistles in protest when you push against the door. There is a clattering sound from outside. A bin or something similar has been taken on an involuntary journey. If it’s yours, you are going to have to go back outside and deal with it. You listen intently for a moment before you are satisfied that it is not your problem.

There is a flash of lightning that you can see through your window. It splits and forks its way through the sky. No thunder so it must still be a good distance away. Coffee, you need a drink. Ironically the caffeine will help you to feel calmer.

That’s what you thought until, while you were waiting for it to heat the water, lightning hisses down and in a flash of blue, your electricity is gone. Almost instantly, you find your walls trembling from the force of the thunderclap. Now what?

The lightning and thunder continue their bombardment as you try to find your way into the other room. If you can make it, you will curl up on your sofa, sit it out. It can’t take long.....can it?

There’s no letup. The wind howls, the thunder rumbles and the lightning hisses its way through the sky. Minutes seem like hours, or perhaps it really is hours; you can’t see the clock, after all.

Silence! What has happened? The noise was so extreme that it’s absence is ominous. You strain your eyes to look around, then jump when it sounds like someone has hurled gravel against your window.

Not thrown gravel though, is it? It keeps on coming, on and on. Bucket loads of it, that’s what it sounds like. Hailstones, large ones, are being tossed at your window panes by the driving wind, before they turn to torrential rain.

Huddling up in your coat, you decide to stay where you are. Perhaps you’ll get some sleep! At least you’ll know when the power comes back on. You toss and turn as sleep proves to be illusive. Your neck aches, your shoulder is in the way. And still the wind howls, the rain pours and the thunder rumbles in the distance.

Sleep must have crept up on you because the next thing you know, the sky is a lighter shade of grey. There is no thunder, no lightning. The rain has turned to more of a drizzle but the wind has not tired itself out quite yet. You notice with a great deal of resignation that the electricity is still off.

Should you go in to work? Will they even open today? Grabbing your phone you see that it is totally flat. And of course you have no way to charge it.

There’s not much you can do if you stay home so as it isn’t too bad you’ll drive in. At least it will kill a bit of time. And who knows, perhaps you’ll be able to get some coffee!

There is a tree uprooted in your garden but it is not blocking the driveway. Your car seems to have escaped unscathed. There’s plenty of debris around but not as much damage as you expected. As you drive off you even catch a glimpse of sunshine. Life’s not so bad, you tell yourself. It was tough but you got through it.

You reach forward and turn on the radio, switch through some channels until you just happen to get the end of a weather forecast on one..... ‘So batten down the hatches. Another storm is on its way.’


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