Fear Of Storms ~ A 100-word essay
Note: This essay is from events that happened last night. The photo is from last year.
My plane was going down. The sound was deafening. The screams so sorrowful. I woke with a start. The sound was a severe thunderstorm. Wind so strong, the windows were pulsating. Fear gripped me and I took refuge under the stairs. When I was little, I would hide under the bed. I don’t fit now. Close my eyes and hope for the best. Five minutes go by, then ten. I hold my breath. Fifteen minutes later the cell has passed. I'm still alive. There’s no tree in my bedroom. I was spared. I am blessed. Thank you God.