By Trevor Pyle
Every year there were legends about things whisked away by the wind. A stop sign found planted, crooked and jaunty, in the middle of a pasture. A trailer deposited across the street, occupants peering ashen-faced from the window.
One morning I tried to bike home before the storm; my breath bottled tight in my chest, the sky the color of a gun barrel.
Thunder rolled across the field. My blood felt wild and electric. My pulse throbbed. I fell to my knees, hands clapped over my ears.
I felt only joy. Joy. Wondering if I would land in a new world.
“Somewhere over the Rainbow”…………………the sequel..?
I could feel the storm and the terror that goes with it. Well done.
Great descriptions of the incoming storm, with a shift to optimism at the end.
Good story, good description. Unexpected yet interesting ending
A nice, highly visual fantasy–or is it? (A fantasy, that is.) Enjoyed this.
Nice work Trevor. I really enjoyed this!
nicely done