tornado

The other evening, I arrived home to find that none of the animals were meeting me at the door. Instead, I heard scratching coming from the coat closet. I opened the door to find a cat and two dogs desperately wanting out. At the back of the coat closet is access to a little space under the stairwell and that was where my wife was hiding.

A tornado had passed five miles south of the city we live in. Given the erratic nature of storms, this was a little too close for comfort. So my wife took shelter for an hour with the kids.

When I opened that door, Jynx just wanted to get away from the dogs, Zailey wanted to welcome me home, and Milo was sitting there shivering from fear. Milo hates storms and we have been getting more than our fair share lately.

I recently completed a short story entitled, "The Cloud Slave." In it, God commands a cloud slave to produce a tornado. The slave is only sixteen, so he does what he does best; rebels. It was hard to write this story since I didn't know how somebody would rebel against God?

In any case, I hope I am not attracting bad storms because of this story. If I am, sorry Milo for scaring you half to death!