The Vacation from...?
...ugh she didn’t know that the next evening something or someone would answer her prayers and she would believe in miracles. “Breaking news this morning…Hurricane Danielle, which was forecast to make a straight shoot to the panhandle has curved and will hit Georgia at roughly 2:00 PM today.” The weather anchor declared. Missy’s jaw hit the floor. She felt very nervous all of a sudden. Everyone heard the worry in the man’s voice. The McAdams family talked and figured that they weren’t on the coast so there was no reason to panic. They might just be showered, or a thunderstorm could take affect. But the storm would dry up for the most part with no water to feed from. So they stayed. They didn’t even fret enough to stay indoors. At 3:00 PM there wasn’t even a cloud in sight. Everyone was swimming or sun-bathing. The crickets were chirping in the tall grass. The birds seemed to be communicating with each other by the way they talked. They were whining. Maybe they were saying the storm had died down. Maybe they were warning their own to take cover. Missy knew. She had noticed that the owner of the Frisbee-catching dog was in the doorway of his cabin whistling and patting his leg in an attempt to lure the dog outside for some activity. The dog wouldn’t budge. Around 3:45 PM the crickets stopped chirping. The birds stopped talking. The lake was as still as December when no one was around. Missy felt a chill run through her body. Was it the eeriness of the desolate lake or the temperature which had seemed to have dropped noticeably in the past fifteen minutes? Then the wind picked up. Only Missy, her father, and a couple of her cousins were still outside. They decided this would be a great time to get out of the now frigid lake. Missy turned to look south onto the lake as she was making her way out. “Wow look Dad!” she surprisingly shouted. Her father slowly turned around as if he knew it wasn’t going to be a joyous sight. The torrential downpour came rushing towards them like an army after being ordered to charge. Missy heard her dad mutter, “Holy Shit.” It seemed to Missy as just a matter of moments before the tropical storm was on them. Jim ran to Missy’s side and they made a dead sprint towards the nearest shelter, his truck which was parked about 150 feet away. It felt like they were crawling against the 70mph winds that the storm forced. The rain stung against Missy’s body since her only cover was the thin nylon bathing suit she was wearing. Tree debris and limbs were hacked off by the combination of rain and wind. Although they were in a dangerous situation, Missy thought to herself, “I’m glad my daddy is here with me.” The two battled against the squall until they made it to the Chevy. The passenger door was nearest to them. Missy’s father ran around to unlock his door first. He would then climb through to unlock hers. Missy didn’t think she could hang on by herself until her door would be unlocked since her father was making as much progress as a sloth. But she could see that he was trying his hardest, sometimes going down on all fours to escap...