Accidents happen all the time. Depending on the person, the place, and, of course, the circumstances, accidents are inevitable. Some people call it fate, others call it bad luck, but whatever the reason, anyone at anytime can be a victim of circumstance.
Take Mr. Evans for example. Sitting in his car, he paused and reflected. After years of pinching pennies, eating the daily specials at Grandma's grits--regardless if it was palatable or not-- he was ready to move to Florida. His boxes, what few there were, would fit into his car. He just returned from Steve's and the car was good-to-go. He closed his eyes for a moment. The little girl noticed him, but passed on by. He awoke, and saw her walking alone and rounding the corner. He thought she needed someone to walk her back to her apartment. "That child shouldn't be alone so much," he said as he got out of the car. He didn't see the car coming around the corner.
And now, weeks later, the weather was getting troublesome. Most thought the first winter snow was coming, but little did anyone know, it would soon feel like the second coming.
Joseph and Eliana, ever the good souls, were in Yelsnag park discussing improvement projects for the park with one another when the wind started moving through the trees with startling speed. As they ran for cover, they saw Mr. Po sitting on a bench. He seemed asleep. They ran toward him, grabbed each arm and ran across the street to the parking deck. There was an night guard office that had long been abandon. All three ducked in.
When the hail started, it sounded like rocks hitting the metal roof of the Zip-n-Sip. All the parents grabbed their kids and headed to their cars. The doors swung wildly in the wind. Caris and Anna sat together with their skates still on, drinking their shakes. They were alone. Their parents dropped them off for the day and told them to walk home. Now, they had no place to go and no one to look after them. "What are we going to do?" Caris said. "I don't know," replied Anna.
The wind, mixed with snow and hail, started moving things through the streets. Trash cans flew around. Trash was held suspended in the air. Everyone scattered to anyplace they thought was safe. Then tornado siren bellowed through the city.
Due Dec. 14th. If you are specifically mentioned, you should fit your next blog to the main page in some way. If you are not specifically mentioned, where would your character go? What "accident" happens to him or her?
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