Waiting for his brother to get home to let him in he stood outside his camper door smoking a cigarette and feels the cold east wind cut right through him. He raises his sweatshirt hood over his head, and as he turns around to shield the cold wind from his face he sees that the sound has been pushed inland from the hurricane’s high forced winds. Feeling very nervous now he takes a puff off his smoke then feels the wind change directions blowing the warm westerly wind onto his face. He knows now that the once sucked up sound that was once present to the edge of the marina is now returning furiously like a raging fire. But never lived to tell the story.
This post is dedicated to the M3 flash fiction challenge
Chosen word: Fire
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