Prompt this week is the picture below + 100 words
Prompt: (Photo credit: Thomas Zimmerman)
Jake gawked over a shoulder and grasped his grown son’s arm. After the suffocating hush, the rumble unsettled him. The funnel growled towards them—furious, voracious, writhing.
He hollered above the roar not unlike a jet engine. “We need a hole, a ditch…” Will scanned the field and pointed to the shack. “No.”
“…no choice, Dad.” They hit the ground and crawled, grasping dirt and weeds, battling the force of the punishing wind. “Root cellar!”
Wind whooshed through the matchstick structure. “Ewe.” Will puked. “What died in here?”
“Tuck facedown into the wall, son. Cover your head.”
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“You okay, Will?”
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