But, feed back is welcome. Is it over the top? My writing goal this week is to finish this chapter.
Land of Light
Clinging green fog rolled through the city streets. Low lying, it blended with the dirt and grime of the road. A tall, well dressed man pulled a foot back with a gasp and flung his arm across the door barring another from stepping out. They backed a pace as the fog licked over the lintel careful not to let it touch them.
“How far does it go,” asked the second.
The first man carefully peered around the edge of the door squinting left then right. “I can’t tell. It’s moving in from the west.” Distant thunder rumbled. “Change storm. A big one, look.” He pointed with his chin. “It’s moving in fast.” He blinked his eyes and caught back long white hair the wind was tying in knots.
To the west, tinted lightning ripped across the sky illuminating a massive storm front. Within it, flashes like distant echoes, sent jagged bolts of color crashing into the ground filling the night with an acrid smell.
A steady rumble vibrated up through their feet. “Get everybody to the safe room. We don’t have much time before it hits,” said the first. A wailing siren split the night. Lights flickered to life in the surrounding homes. The panicked sounds of people and animals were heard as they found what shelter they could.
Dell fell out of bed as a high piercing shriek broke through his dreams. The shriek didn’t stop. He could hear his family yelling in alarm through the thin walls of the room; running foot steps from the next floor up sprinkled plaster dust on his head. Cold, bad smelling air whistled through the cracked planking around the windows. From outside on the street he could hear cries of “Change storm!” Lightning cracked and the ground rumbled up through his thin body.