It wasn’t the first time they’d sought shelter. Katie and Michael shivered, listening to things hitting the floor above.
“It won’t be much longer, Katie. We’ll be safe again soon.â€
Then? It was too quiet.
“Michael?”
“Michael?”
“MICHAEL!”
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Trifextra’s weekend challenge: Complete the following story in 33 words:
‘It wasn’t the first time.’
(The five words are not to be included in your 33 words)
LouCeel does Haiku Friday!
You can tell when I am missing my motorcycles . . . I wax poetic. I started riding – let me back up – I bought my first motorcycle two days after oldest granddaughter was born. (She’s now closing in on 18) I *learned* to ride over the next few weeks – continuing on through the years as I grew into bigger versions of my first bike. Sold the last two about 5 years ago or so. Yes, I miss them. But it was time. And, fyi I wore my helmet so no tousled hair for me. Just a bit of poetic license.