#5 Disaster

The sky is falling into a dark green haze now as I take the last few steps through the damp grass behind our house. With no doubt in my mind he will be there when I arrive. We promised to meet either in the basement bathroom, the basement closet under our stairs or in the storm seller out in the field hidden by trees. I had just been out in the garage when the storm sirens were on but I wasn’t expecting a storm so I finished what I was doing. Not too long after the first sirens went on, the sky fell into a dark haze. I am sure my son was scared to death because he was left alone in the living room watching TV. When I realized the seriousness of the storm, I was too late. The TV show was turned to the emergency weather program stating for everyone to get into shelter. I ran down to the basement and back upstairs to go outside because there was no sign of my son in the basement meeting places. With just one more step to go I reached the storm seller door. I grabbed the cold metal handle and jerked it up. The wind was blowing my hair in my face so I couldn’t see anything in front of me. All I knew was I had to get inside.