posted on Aug, 30 2019 @ 03:10 AM
First we heard the sounds of it..
it was a very strong wind, that sounded like a menacing roar, but then it took the roof off, and we were scared.
We huddled in the kitchen, the safest place in the house as only mum would ever use it, we had no idea of her absolute power.. we kept close to the
oven. It was made of some strong metal, a sort of impervious substance, given what mum had cooked over the years.
We heard the tin of the roof lift up and fly away, and felt the cold rain thrashing down, and the wind - it was relentless.
Finally, I said "Close the curtains, mum?" and she did.. and it was all fine.
Oh and hello.