The storm briefly spawned a tornado today, a rare occurrence in November in these parts. Violent winds lashed my street, felling 300-year-old oaks. The neighborhood became a maze of deadends where block after block, giant trees criss-crossed the roads. Some had fallen onto houses while others had knocked down power lines.

The fire and rescue units were out in force to assess the injuries caused by the storm, and from a distance, between a clutch of paramedics, I saw a body on the ground. It was small and still and on it someone had laid a white sheet.

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Comment by Michael Brown on November 19, 2011 at 12:06am

You made me shed a tear. Happy I'm not in that situation. Happy you are a brilliant limnist, Happy you're an observer and not a victim. Disheartened one of the victims was so tiny and stilled long before it was capable of taking action--about anything.

Comment by Angela on November 18, 2011 at 3:39pm

Sparse and objective, which lent this piece great power.  This was a stunning upset, I am sure.

Comment by bolton carley on November 18, 2011 at 1:51pm

i didn't hear that it was down your way.  so sorry that this is truth.  so simply told and yet so heart-wrenching - well done.

Comment by Bill Floyd on November 18, 2011 at 9:34am

All the more powerful and relatable for its simple telling.  

Comment by Robert Crisman on November 17, 2011 at 9:04pm

That's hitting real close to home. I'm glad you're okay.

Comment by Teresa on November 17, 2011 at 8:49pm

Oh how horrible.  When I got your message the other night (my phone never rings at night unless something's wrong) I imagined scenarios.  I worried about three possibilities.  A tornado wasn't one of them.  But the last sentence of this is as horrible, maybe more so, than I imagined.  It's just wrong.

Comment by Jamie Hogan on November 17, 2011 at 12:59pm

Sometimes it is the simplest telling of a story that is the most poignant and effective. I am envious of your ability to sense the kind of prose a story needs, and execute it well each time. I've got one gear in my transmission - go. You've got like eleven.

Comment by Deborah Jovan Reed on November 17, 2011 at 8:06am

me too. glad you're well

Comment by Sandra Davies on November 17, 2011 at 4:00am

Too close to home indeed.   Glad you are safe.

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