They say the sound’s like a freight train but all I could hear was the house cracking apart, sticks and stones whickering by like shrapnel. I remember seeing my neighbor’s truck whirling up into the air like a skater doing a triple. Next thing I know I’m underneath a lumber pile and hands are pulling boards off my leg. I stand up, shaky but okay, and first thing I see is a rainbow off to the east. I spit dirt out of my mouth, glance at the rainbow again, and wonder if God has a sense of shame.
I’m back! It’s been a long intermission, it’s true, but the lure of Friday Fictionners is just too much to resist. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: