Approaching Storm

Thunder rumbled over the prairie as dark storm clouds crept across the sky stealing the sunshine.

“Let’s kick this bucket of bolts into overdrive!” sweet Shirley laughed.

Nothing like being caught out in the worst of spring storms. Brian grind down on his teeth as he shifted and hit the gas pedel.

As the winds began extracting loose debris and serving towards the swirling mass now forming, Brian pulled into an old farm house.

“Come on we haven’t much time!”

Brian pulled Shirley toward a nearby storm cellar and closed the door just as the twister touched down.


Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #290