This week had the lovely distinction (both here and in many places across the U.S.) of having severe weather warnings. Since there was a strong possibility of tornadoes, we knew our weather radio would be buzzing quite a lot Tuesday night, but we didn’t expect the added pleasure of having a fire truck roaming the neighborhood with its siren blaring. (It visited our street twice, roughly 30 minutes apart, to be sure they woke up anyone who had been fortunate enough to go back to sleep.)
As a result of all this fun, I have warnings on my mind this week. Write a scene, story, or poem that involves some type of warning, whether it’s in the crude form of a siren or something more unique, like a prophetic dream. Happy writing!
