Hurricane (A story)
It came down, missing my head by an inch or so. I looked up at the place the ceiling board once was. What was happening? Then it started. I am jealous for you What?! The wind began to hit the walls of my house. So strong were they that the floor beneath me seemed to shift. I grabbed the sofa behind me. What was this? The strong wind hit the house again and I lost my grip. I am jealous for...