In Case of Emergency, Eat First
Richard is frantically plugging everything in, praying for super charging abilities. He's scouring the house for candles and supplies, wishing he had gone grocery shopping instead of a long meander in the beltline this morning. He'd heard about the upcoming storm but like everyone, grossly underestimated exactly how torrential things would become. The highways are flooded, all the softball games tonight were cancelled because the diamonds are pools, which doesn't bode well for next week's tournament. What a disaster- walking behind three teenagers on the way to get some tissue- it was on sale for 69 cents this week- he overheard them say, why does the sky look apocalyptic? Then he saw it: the blackened heavy ceiling, ominous, threatening, terrifying. He half expected to see demons leaping from cloud to cloud, arms outstretched, like childhood nightmare versions of caspar's satanic twin. Now the radio says another storm cell is expected within the hour. So much to do...