This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words of less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
I am disturbed at being alone. That wasn’t always the case. Today, as I look upon the devastation before me, I feel like laughing. There’s not much left of this little piece of paradise. The flooding will start in a few hours. A man rarely feels like laughing alone. When people observe you laughing alone they tend to think you are crazy.
There was advanced warning. Hours before I hear, from the TV under the thatched roof of the Tiki bar, the Governor asking us to leave the area and seek shelter.
I laughed at the possibility.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Maybe he has gone round the bend. There’s only so much a person can take. Good story. Glad you’re back, Danny.
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Thanks and glad to be back.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Sometimes all that’s left to do IS laugh.
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Yup!
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Sad to be alone especially during a hurricane or pandemic.
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Not a good time indeed.
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Oh no! I have nightmares about winding up in such a situation. Well written.
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Thanks! Think we have all shared that experience.
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I think we learn quickly that laughing at the natural forces comes back to bite you. Best to laugh along after all the joke is on you.
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Hmm, if you believe the weatherman it never happens. If you don’t you get hammered. Nice story. Danny.
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I guess he’s not sure whether he laughs or cries. There’s no one left to tell him, I told you so. The title nails it.
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Let the hurricane party begin! Good to see you back, DJ.
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Thanks.
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