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Flies. Everything feels weird, off. The sky is so red. A dark, dusky, organish red. Scary red, not beautiful peaceful sunset red. And the flies… the flies are so… sticky. They. just. won’t. move.
Trudy swats at them. She waves her hands them. Nothing. She has to literally brush them off like specs of dirt.
The weather forecasters are warning of an “historic wind event.” Historic because it’s September and this area doesn’t usually get wind storms in September. Historic because the trees are full of leaves, — continue reading
I’ve heard of reverse 911 calls and always wondered how they worked. I found out. My neighbor, Lynn, and I both still use land lines as cell reception up here can be spotty at best. We were chatting and solving all the world’s problems, when she interrupted me to ask if I knew what CRESA911 was. It was coming in on her call waiting. I didn’t know why 911, but CRESA stands for “Clark Regional Emergency Services Agency”, so I could guess. At that same moment I got a text from Cheryl, my neighbor to the south. “If you haven’t left yet, you better. It’s bad.” — continue reading
