It was a beautiful day. Blue skies. The earlier weather had shut everything up so when you choose to get out everything is yours. She could see a tornado in the distance, over the hills, by the lake. Thunder kept everyone else inside. It had stopped raining though and it was quite warm so it was a good time to be under a tree and watch the fence posts and power lines get sucked up and swung about. A barn was taken under. She got into her car and drove to the closest gas station to buy some beer and chips. The clerk was watching the news and took forever to help her but eventually she was out on the street again alone. The monster was still flying high across the lands more powerful than before and as black as the guts of murdering ghosts rabid and blind. A car filled with a family came to an abrupt halt once they saw her eating on a park bench half wet but still; they yelled at her to jump in. She smiled at them but remained. The baby cried when they drove away into the clearing. A young man walked alone on top of the hill ahead and she thought she fell in love, but then he disappeared on the other side. The food was soon gone and she was madly drunk which made her skin fearless against the hail that didn’t seem to come down but jump up from the pavement to the palms of her hands. A bike flew over her head, her skirt was ripped off. She thought it would be one of those times where you pray so she did but then she was picked up from the ground and flung into a cold smoke that had forgotten her upon the capturing and she was lost quickly after. Then everything was quiet, then the cars came out, then the dogs barked, then the grass was called green and the rivers ran well and the skies were blue.