FOREBODING

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

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