Well, what else? That’s what’s on my mind right now as we batten down the hatches here in the Raleigh, North Carolina area. So far, it’s quiet out there. I only wish it could stay that way! The image at the left is not from Hurricane Irene, but rather from last October when a friend and I were stranded on Topsail Island for three days by a storm that was not a hurricane and not even a tropical storm but rather, an extraordinary bout of rain that left us blocked from escape with a jar of pickles and a dwindling supply of our necessary medications (you can read about that here). Needless to say, I’m a bit worried what a hurricane like Irene can do to to my place at the beach, but it’s out of my hands. We just have to wait and see.
So since storms are on my mind, I’m putting them in yours as well. Tell us your storm story, and if you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve been contributing. I’ve loved reading your (very short!) stories. As always, there are a few “rules”:
- The story must be true.
- Try to keep it under 100 words. That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
- Avoid offensive language.
Since I cheated and told you my story in the body of this post, I won’t start the ball rolling with the first comment, as I usually do. I hope one of you will jump in. I look forward to hearing your stories. I just hope we have the electricity necessary to read them this weekend! Stay safe, everyone.