Bad Weather – a drabble

Bad Weather

 

The funnel shaped cloud formed rapidly, as such clouds usually do.�� It bore down on the isolated stretch of houses and when folk heard the warning siren they quickly ran to their cellars.

Everybody��emerged once the all clear sounded and immediately headed for their vehicles.�� Eyes were tearing up and people��were retching.

Zeke cursed through bouts of vomiting as he staggered toward his truck.�� He yelled to his wife and kids, ���Git in! We gotta git outta here fast!���

���Whut���s that stench, Zeke?��� moaned his gagging wife, clinging to an screaming, upchucking baby.

���It wuz a goddamned skunknado!���

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