Monday, May 12, 2014

100 Themes Challenge: Sorrow

     The forecast said it would be cloudy and rainy, with winds from the northeast and an 80% chance of sorrow.
     This did not surprise the inhabitants of the town. Sorrow came every year, and they tried to prepare as best they could. They start by securing their doors and windows, making sure they were waterproof. They bought big cases of bottled water and stocked up on canned foods. Basements were cleared and made ready to receive the people that would go into them. Throughout the town, people were coming and going. From above, they would look like so many ants, scurrying around, carrying food back to their little box hills.
     Throughout it all, everyone knew that preparing only got you so far. You could build up walls against sorrow all you wanted; but when it came, it was there, and you had to deal with it the best you could.
     Late in the day, the clouds and wind arrived. The town grew dark, and the people ran into their homes. Some to their basements, others to huddle in the middle of a room as best they could. Rain lashed the windows, and the wind blew down the power lines. Some people told stories in the dark. Others talked with forced gaiety of the things that had happened that day. In the distance, a siren wailed.
     Then sorrow came at last. It threw beautiful old trees to the ground with abandon, and smashed up people’s cars. It searched crevices for animals that had no shelter, and when it could not find anything outside, it began to search the houses.
     Sometimes it took off part of the wall to peer inside. Other times, it knocked trees over onto roofs in the hopes of frightening the inhabitants into coming out. Windows shattered, and sometimes fingers dipped in and took a body. Some houses could not stand up to sorrow’s rage, and collapsed. Others stood sturdy while the inhabitants held each other and cried.
     Eventually, sorrow grew tired, and left the town. The wind died down, and the rain moved on. The streets were flooded, and rescue vehicles inched their way, little by little, to the houses, to help people recover from sorrow’s rampage. Some people went to the hospital, and some went to more fortunate neighbors’. Those who had lost others merely stood and cried. And some people just came out, and surveyed the damage, nodded tersely, and said, “Sorrow will come another day.”

A/N: The story just came to me this morning after seeing some pictures of our friend Ray helping rebuild houses in Alabama.

Also it is not about the tornado from twister that totally wasn't sentient but seemed to follow the protagonists wherever they went. That movie was silly.

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