RDP: Hover

FOWC: Typical

Photo Credit…..Danny James

We are right in the path of the cone of Hurricane Nichole. It should have been out of here a couple of hours ago but it seems to hover right over our home. Those large plants are fairly heavy and the wind pushed them over. Walking my dog Ms. Belle was a real adventure. You just have to resign yourself to getting cold and wet. A hurricane this time of year is not typical.

A Refrigerator in a Tree

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.


It was late afternoon Monday June 8, 1953. As we drive to my grandmother’s I remember seeing a refrigerator in a tree. For an seven year old that didn’t make sense. Her street of old two story homes was now what looked like a messy lumber yard.

There were a few people, some walking, some sitting on the ground, with a daze look in their eyes, rummaging among their damaged possessions looking like the walking dead. The amazing thing was that there was total silence. There was no wind. It was a time when the world stood STILL.

Flint, Michigan



I told my grandmother, who lived in Michigan, that I was moving to Florida. That was three years ago. Every winter when I saw on the weather map that Michigan was getting hit hard and heavy with cold and snow I would call her and brag about it being seventy degrees outside. She would laugh and say “just you wait.”

My grandmother called today and asked how the weather was where I was in Florida.

She gave me my comeuppance.

Adventure Is Just Bad Timing

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Douglas M. MacIlroy
PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Good Morning fellow listeners, this is Greg Fishel your local meteorologist and it’s another beautiful day in the villages.”

“Determining whether the car needs washing may affect your chances of precipitation today as will the possibility of your barbecuing.”

“Weather for tonight will be misty with extremely foggy mist in the north. Isolated showers elsewhere if the temperatures warm. Unseasonable climate will arrive into the north during, or within, some period between now and the distant future, edging into the western fringes by the end ot this week.

“Great God ! This is an awful place.”