The Morning

I woke up the next morning at 3 AM. It was freezing cold. There was a small window on my left, and I couldn’t see out of it. It was foggy out there. Really foggy. I could hear the wind whistling through all of the trees. I had a feeling that I had to leave now. I had to leave, and so did Beulah. Then Beulah walked in the room. “Dear, we need to leave now,” she said. She had a very concerned expression on her face. “Do you know what’s going on?” I asked. Beulah started helping me get my stuff together. “There’s some bad fog outside. Put on your coat. A storm is coming. We need to take your truck." I started getting up, and I heard her old TV playing a news report, A category 2 hurricane was just spotted after the Atlanta radar went back up. "We can leave my things, but do you have a travel bag?" I asked. She smiled and said, "Just packed one last night, now that I have someone." I looked at her and smiled. "We'd better get going, dear. The storm is coming," she said as she handed me the keys. "Right," I said, "let's go." We both ran outside. The second we opened the front door, a freezing blast of air hit us. Beulah looked at my truck and said, "The storm isn't gonna get here for an hour, so we need to prepare this for the storm." "What do we need to do to it?" I asked. "It needs more weight," she said looking in the bed, "I have a log pile in the back. Go put some logs in the back. I'll help you back up," said Beulah. I got in and backed up to her shed. After that, I got out, and started putting logs in the bed. Beulah was grabbing some things from her shed. She said, "I'm going to have to drill some holes in your truck." "Wait what?" I exclaimed as I scrambled to my feet. "This needs to attach somehow," she said as she pulled an umbrella-like thing from one of the boxes, "during a storm, It can rain so hard you won't even be able to see." I looked at her. She's right. I said, "okay." After some more things, Beulah said that we were out of time, and it was good enough. I helped her into the passenger seat, and got into the driver seat. Just like that, we were off. She pulled out an old TomTom, and put it on my windshield. It was giving me directions to Kansas. "Follow that thing. I have a farm in Kansas," she said, "haven't been there in years, not since Elliot left. I only kept it because it reminds me of Elliot. Some man came around trying to buy it from me, but I put him in his place." I looked at the TomTom. It claimed this was going to be a 15 hour drive.

My HUNDREDTH SONG! When I started 2 years ago, I didn't think I'd get to a hundred. Thank you to everyone who has been supportive and gave me constructive criticism!