The below story is fiction. It is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, based on a story prompt provided by Madison Woods.



She watched from her 15th floor veranda overlooking Toronto’s skyline.

Beautiful formation. Now, If only they would disappear. Come on, sun!

Relaxed on a chaise lounge with her wine she fell asleep.

Strong winds awakened her, hours later. A dark ominous cloud moved in.

Gathering strength, moving across the city, foreboding.

Suddenly, the view did not matter anymore.

Sirens, bullhorns blared warnings, now too late for her.

A tornado approached. She stood, mesmerized as it roared, racing towards her.

The monster’s black swirling tail stretched forth its tentacles. Swooping her up, sucking her in, it carried her away.


Posted August 29, 2012 by Joyce in Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Fiction, Writing

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