My take on this weeks Friday Fictioneers . . . And if you haven’t done so already make sure to link up and read what others have come up with.
The storm that had taunted the east coast looked as if it were about to pass us by, but suddenly it took a turn for the worse.
The windows and doors shook under the howling winds and the rain drops pounded like hammers nailing the houses into the ground.
Steve knew it was bad, but had no idea until he emerged from the cellar. His house was one of the lucky few unscathed. He spotted his car, or something resembling his car, under a tree.
“@#*rakafratz^%!,” he said kicking the tree.