I'm participating in a weekly writing challenge: 100 words. Each week, Velvet Verbosity posts a prompt, and participants write 100 words, in any form, that evoke the word. This week's word:ditch.
Electric Youth
Sarah shot anxious glances at the stormy sky, then at Brad, white-knuckling the steering wheel.
“Do you think we should just go home?” She wanted to be back in her bedroom, listening to Vampire Weekend and eating cookies.
“We can beat it. We’re almost to Pizza Hut.” He was driving his dad’s car and wearing cologne.
“Brad!”
“Shit!” He swerved to the side of the road, wrenched open the car doors, pulled her out, and flung them into the deep ditch, covering his body with hers as the twister skipped across the neighboring cornfield. Electricity zinged.
“Wicked first date.”
Very nicely done! I could feel the excitement /electricity.
ReplyDeleteHavin grown up in twister prone Ohio before moving to Alaska - this spoke to me. Nice twist (heh - punny) on the first date scenario. :)
ReplyDeleteGood story!
ReplyDelete"wicked first date" is an understatement! My daughter went through a phase of infatuation with twisters. Not that there were any near where we were in New England, but she would talk about them, imagine herself growing up to be a storm chaser, and dreaming about getting up close to one.
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