Violent storms are common in the Midwest. The one described here actually happened outside a little town I was staying in almost 20 years ago. It sounded like a train, the tornado axiom, if you will, but the straight-line winds cleared a windrow to stumps and killed several cattle (and I'm sure a lot of other critters). Friday I was in the shower, during a storm, when my muse spoke to me, and yes, when I looked out back, she was sitting on our boat.
A Jack & Jill Story The third story in the Jack and Jill series. They're ready to take off with both businesses now that Jill has been declared an adult. Neither of them would make it without Myra. This is her story. And theirs.
This is a different type of story for me. It is based on a compilation of events in the news that have happened in the past few years. Of course it is entirely fiction