Sirens blared their dark, ominous warning.
Angry gods stirred the clouds above.
Funnels dipped out of the heavens.
Flying debris battered the tiny shelter.
Twisting towers tore through our town.
In the end, hundreds were homeless.
This post was written for Six on the Sixth, a prompt I created, using the theme word “weather”. Each part is its own story, but combined they create a longer story. I do hope you’ll visit the prompt post and take part in the fun.