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