30 in 30: Day Three: Clouds/Storm Sky

Aleathia says:

On a roll! Enjoy another one page story. Each of these stories have to fit on one side of a sheet of paper written by hand. This exercise is in part about working with the connection of the words in a more analogue way. Everything is about screen time anymore, even this blog, but know that there is still validity and scrawling ideas out.


Photo: Clouds:

Story: Storm destroys the land and kills a boy. What does the sky look like?

Los Angeles to Oklahoma

     Victoria had come to Oklahoma to visit her brother Jed and his boy Ronald after his wife had left him for another woman. He was devastated. Back home in California this was a daily occurrence. People moved on quickly to the next shiny person down the road. It was a free society, but her Oklahoma roots told her deep down it was more a lack of morals than freedom.

     Oklahoma was flat and hot in the summer, but it lacked the hazy smog of L.A. and she soaked up the blue skies and fresh, clean air. Victoria sat on the old porch swing of her grandparents house. Jed had inherited it when they passed years ago. It could have been hers, but she had no desire to stay. Ronald played with the dogs in the yard. She wondered how he didn’t feel small in the expanse of the land, but he wrestled and tumbled with the dogs as if he were 16 instead of 6.

     Jed was near an out building fixing the mower he planned on using that afternoon. When he was finished, they were going to grill food and have a nice picnic meal. For now, Victoria sipped her lemonade and gently rocked back and forth in the swing like she did with her grandmother and mother when she was smaller than Ronald.

     Something caught her eye in the distance. The sky turned the color of black pearls. Clouds contorted as if in seizure. Some remained white and fluffy while others darkened and pulled thin. They merged in a war. 

     This felt familiar to her, but Victoria couldn’t place it. She’d been gone too long from this wild land to recognize the change in pressure. She’d forgotten the feeling of impending doom living in the dog-eat-dog world of L.A. where feeling that was way normal.

     Ronald waved at her, one hand on the dog’s head, and smiled. Victoria had no idea it’d be his last.