Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.
Today’s twist: include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.
“Did you see the light?” he asked.
“The bright flash, the white flash … didn’t you see anything?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer. Was he telling me the light woke him up or was he already awake and he saw the ‘white flash’? I knew we both weren’t asleep, we had our eyes closed but we were too stressed to get into a state of real sleep. Instead of seeking details of the light, I asked “So, what should we do?”
“Get dressed, we‘re leaving. I’m not going to take risks. I know I saw the light.”
We both got dressed, fast, spooked by feelings of ill foreboding. I didn’t want to take chances so I grabbed my passport and standby money to put in the already filled totebag. We locked up and headed to the car, heavy hearted, not knowing when we would be back or if we would have a place to come back to. No words were spoken, we just drove south, no speeding to avoid aquaplaning, just paying attention to the road in case of fallen objects. We just wanted to stay alive.
Our evacuation meeting point was a friend’s office, which had a safe-room as a conference room. There were 12 of us and there we camped, we waited. No internet, no phones, no air-conditioning, no fan, no power. One door stayed open on the south-side to allow air through. This was one time when close friends made no small talk. Guys had unshaven facial shadows and women without makeup! Thank goodness the toilets’ flush system worked.
The office had cookies in the tea-room but who ate cookies with winds outside blowing at over 100mph and trees being up rooted. Hurricane Frances took her own sweet time and stayed around for a full 24 hours!! As I sat listening to the howling winds I wondered if recording this was how movies got their sound effects.
When Frances decided she blew here long enough and left we wondered if we had a roof to go back to, it was like emerging from Stephen King’s “Salem’s Lot”, silent, deserted roads …
The drive back was even worse than leaving home, as we had to avoid live electrical wires on wet roads. Power poles were down.
Dark Clouds on the Horizon were not Virtual; they were real and the worse was yet to come.
As we turned the key at the door, we both knew the damage would be bad. Everyone was affected so we had no where else to go. Heck, I could not fly back to Singapore even if I wanted a business class ticket. Orlando Airport was down, closed, damaged.
So inspection and cleaning started after fear subsided. Yes, we began the ‘living by candle light & eating out of tin cans’ lifestyle ~ until exactly 2 weeks later another bitch of a Hurricane (Jeanne) decided to come and prove she could give a stronger, better blow job! (pardon the pun)
OK, that will be a sequel if Writing 101 comes up with an apt Prompt.
(We are now very cautious about asking “Did you see the light?”, it’s almost taboo.)