chaos, Tornado, Prose

The sirens came abruptly. It was one in the morning and the window by our bed was still open.

Ann arbor — Rain came spilling through the mesh screen that separated us from the madness outside. The thunder and lightning seemed to run on an endless loop. We sunk deeper into the bed, hid further and further beneath the covers. I had been reading too many World War II novels. Do you think it’s an air raid? The sirens were a high pitched squeal. The whole city was awake. Who could sleep through something ...