© James Pyles
After he opened his eyes, it took Daniel long seconds to remember what had happened to him. His head hurt. He ached all over. There was sand. Some reeds. What was on top of him?
Part of the passenger car, really, just a bunch of shattered boards and upholstery, but it formed a kind of shelter around him. Good thing none of the metal parts of the car landed on him.
When his thoughts were clearer, he started moving his fingers and toes, then slowly his arms and legs making sure everything still worked. Except for general aches and pains, he didn’t feel anything that said he had broken bones.
Margaret Hamilton as the Wicked Witch from the 1939 film “The Wizard of Oz”
The weatherman lied. That must be it.
I’m so careful not to get caught outside even when there’s a few clouds in the sky. I hate the rain, I hate it.
The weather forecast said there was supposed to be plenty of sunshine and a high of 78 degrees. No one mentioned a possibility of a freak cold front from the northwest dropping temperatures into the 50s within minutes accompanied by a sudden thunderstorm.
It must be because of that tornado, the one that came from outside. Dropped a house on my sister it did, and ruined my chances of getting those ruby slippers of hers.
Now I’ll never get them off of that little brat Dorothy, curse Glinda the Good Witch of the North.
The storm’s almost over but it’s too late. I’m melting.