Remember the pink and the pinup? Miss it? I do but want it more sophisticated and can’t afford a custom design right now.
Lianna had to run from the beach and then the field as fast as she could. She wasn’t a very fast runner but adrenaline kicked in and—she tripped.
She looked at the sky with more dread than she could ever remember feeling. To her distant right she could see a large funnel cloud. She couldn’t help but stare as she had never seen one before. To her left were more familiar lightening bolts she had been running from all her life.
Yet the sun was blinding. None of this made sense. She pulled herself up and fast walked to the beaches edge. The field, though a protected bird sanctuary, was filled with cars. Many were turned over; some were on their sides. The people, ohmygod, what had happened when she had been in the water?
She wanted to grasp the people and breath life back into them but she was scared. Should she go back into the ocean? Was that the only safe place?
One person. One live person. That’s all she needed to see. One person; alive, walking and talking would pacify her, but there was nobody.
She opened car doors and grabbed cells. This was no time to be a lady. The fourteenth or fifteenth cell worked. When she tried making calls to those few numbers she knew by heart: her mother, boy friend, best friend and sister, the calls went straight to voice mail.
Now she tried radios. Nothing. Lianna became crazed.
Somehow she made it into town and saw people frozen on the streets and in stores. Would they come back to life she wondered as the lightening kept just missing her and the funnel cloud hit something far away.
Was she the last survivor? She didn’t want to live in a world alone. No she sure didn’t.