So, another fucking memory....another fucking fuck in my life.....
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Two little girls were staying with their grandma....for the weekend....
one day the clouds turned dark, and the rain started. Grandma lived in a trailer, with no storm shelter.
In the late afternoon, it started storming...the tornado alarms went off...and all three of them ran across the street, past the big water tower and into a shelter with other people from the neighborhood....
when the sirens stopped, they went back to grandma's house.
Later that night, the sirens started again.....this time the storm was mean...Lightening and thunder everywhere, hail stones the size of baseballs, wild wicked rain...
They ran from the house....running as fast as their little legs and grandmas legs could take them....the hailstones struck her back, leaving bruises, she kept closing her eyes to the brilliant flashes of lightening and screaming in terror of the thunderclaps...
her sister tripped and fell....the other girl looked back at the sister and saw a man coming up behind them...he was carrying a bag, then all of the sudden he exploded....
the contents of his bag slung everywhere, and his back was smoking as he fell to the pavement....the little girl stared...then everything went black.
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There are no more memories...
S. T
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