First Sentence Friday! Chapter Six
Over the next few days, we might exclaim, “Have mercy but that thing’s getting big!” We pay even closer attention as predicted landfalls are shown. We stayed tuned in 24/7 to our radios, TV’s and cell phones. Soon, there’s more information thrown at us from watches to warnings, to dropping barometric pressure, to possible categories (size of hurricane) and on and on, and all of it delivered by breathless weather forecasters making predictions that border on apocalyptic. It’s enough to give one a good case of the hives.
We’ve all had our share of experiencing Mother Nature at her worst, and fortunately, I’ve come nowhere close to what I put my characters through in THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET. When the historic flooding occurred in 1940 in our mountains here, I am not sure if they had any way of knowing. Perhaps by word of mouth from a reliable source who had access to a radio, but I also have to think some were caught totally off guard when the rain poured down so heavy, and the flooding began. It happened. And then?
One has to wonder, what’s worse, the event itself, or the aftermath?
The dirt path to the cabin was blocked by a gigantic fallen oak.
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