A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
Although I wasn’t quite four, I will never forget the eerie yellow-green sky or thick hush the day a tornado demolished a nearby community.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 
That must be some memory
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Dear Sadje,
it’s funny what sticks in a person’s memory, isn’t it? Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re welcome Rochelle. Salam
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I hope never to see a tornado, and am not surprised that you still remember that. You remember the thick hush of the roaring beast. Ominous feeling.
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Dear Dee,
The crazy thing about this is that I didn’t see that tornado. I remember the sky and the panicked voice of the radio announcer when we took cover. It wasn’t until I was 13 that I saw a tornado through the junior high window as we were being herded down the basement. At the time I was fascinated and wanted to watch. 😉 That’s enough tornado sighting for me. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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This makes it an even better memory. Every bit as real and strong for not witnessing the tornado up close and personal.
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Terrifying, even if you didn’t experience it. (And you may have overheard adults discussing it.)
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Dear Merril,
I do remember the sense of panic and the fear in the radio announcer’s voice. No doubt my parents voiced their fears also. Thank you for reading and commenting. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re welcome! 😀
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It is an eerie feeling just prior to a tornado. I have experienced way too many. Good job captain in so few words.
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Dear Jan,
I know you’ve experienced too many, having been raised in Tornado Alley. 😉 Thank you for your few kind words. ❤
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There is little scarier to children than to see their own caregivers frightened (including adults they don’t know but understand to be ‘authority figures’ a la radio people everyone listens to … metaphorically and otherwise). For if those who need to care for you are scared, who do you go to for protection and how do YOU make it better when you are too small to do so …
No wonder this remained a memory!
Yikes!
N.
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Thank you for putting this into perspective for me. It totally makes sense. I’m glad you understand and so eloquently put it into words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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xoxo (me wordy, eh?) 😉
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In the best way. 😘
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Your description is spot on. You never forget tornados. 😮
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Thank you, Jo.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
That would definitely be an unforgettable experience.
Shalom and lotsa quiet love,
Dale
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Dear Dale,
I’m grateful that our neighborhood wasn’t touch but the impressions remain. Na’ama’s explanation clarifies it for me, why I would remember. Thank you.
Shalom and lotsa calming hugs,
Rochelle
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Yes, Na’ama’s explanation makes so much sense.
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It does, doesn’t it? I’ve kind of wondered why I’ve always remembered those little details so clearly.
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Truly! She’s a smart cookie that Na’ama!
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I imagine this is one of your earliest memories, an event one could never forget.
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Dear Keith,
Definitely one of the earliest. 😉 Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Even from the very earliest of ages those memories can always be counted upon to linger~
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Dear Rochelle,
That’s a memory that will stay with you for a long, long time. Cute photo of you 🙂
Shalom,
Adele
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Nicely done and recalled, Rochelle.
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