The below story is fiction. It is my submission for this week’s 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers writing group. Comments and feedback are welcomed. Although this particular story is fiction, there are thousands on the east coast that can relate to the story with stories of their own, not fiction, but real and they can testify to the sadness, the pain and loss of those lost in super storm, Sandy and other storms that have left thousands homeless, misplaced or killed in its wake. My thoughts and prayers are with them all. The mention of the phrase to the “Convoy of Hope” is a tribute to a ministry that my church, and I and my husband supported financially. It is through people like them with the faith, compassion and love that they travel to areas where disasters have hit to bring help and supplies to those affected by storms and chaotic events that have disrupted or taken lives.



“It could be days before power is restored.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get through this. There are hundreds more in the same boat.”

He smiled at the irony of his analogy.

“Nothing works. No heat. Even those old batteries in the jar are ruined from moisture. Most of our furnishings and things are still sitting under two feet of water. What are we going to do? I can’t take this!”

He wrapped his arms around her, warming her.

Moments later, a large truck pulled up, full of supplies. Men jumped out.

“We’re from the ‘Convoy of Hope’, here to help.”


Posted November 15, 2012 by Joyce in Faith, Friday Fictioneers, Short Fiction, Writing

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