Storms Stories

It seems to be hurricane season again here in south Florida. Right. What does that mean? It means there is a chance of a hurricane sometime this year. I hate to admit it (not really) but I don't follow the weather. I just look outside. Do I need an umbrella? Yes. Every day. How does this "extreme" weather effect my work? I get wet. If things start flying about, things like potted plants and garbage cans, I stay INSIDE. It...

Cruel World:He was vaguely aware of someone entering the room and the sounds they were making, how they were disturbing the peace he had created for himself, interrupted his little world and penetrated the barrier that he had built to keep people out. "Tom?" the female voice asked, though to him it sounded distant and far away. Go away, God dammit, he thought angrily, just leave me alone. All I want is to be left alone. A...

Spring is here again. Flowers are blooming anew And the fragrance spreads. Often the rains fall. The wetness soaks the gardens And causes new birth. Fecund are the soils. The green sprouts appear and grow With lively outbursts. *************** Winds blow, heat rises. Feel the humid air around As the storms approach. Gather up the young. Fear the loss of one's children When twisters come near. Basements are shelters. Crouc...

PART ONENaomi sat, staring out of the city bus window. She held two large, brown shopping bags on her lap. The bus was not really crowded, but she did not feel at ease. Looking out the window was her way of avoiding eye contact with the other passengers. An undercurrent of fear caused her to wrap her arms around the crumpled shopping bags. Clutching the bags close to her, she sat silent as she peered out the window. It wa...