Before the Storm

‘We won’t learn that lesson until it’s too late.’

Kim’s words echo through my mind as I throw a few essential things into my backpack. Sunscreen, hat, t-shirts, shorts, the sundress Kim loved. I don’t bother with a raincoat. If I haven’t reached shelter by the time the storm hits, I’m screwed.

Kim got it wrong, though. Nobody’s learnt any lessons. Look at them, believing the barrier will keep the worst out, protecting their houses with sandbags. They’ll be washed away by the storm surge. Kim died for nothing.

Outside, the air is still. Won’t be this calm much longer…

[This was first published in the comments on Natalie Bower’s blog in response to her #LastLineFirst flash fiction challenge.]

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