Giving my shopping list another glance, I fold the piece of paper in half and shove it into the depth of my coat pocket. “You better hurry,” I say aloud, “Storm’s coming.”

Without another thought, I exit the car and run into the grocery store. Oh brother, you’re not the only one preparing for a disaster. I should pay more attention to the number of cars in the parking lot but to be honest, it’s kind of hard to tell these days since quite a number of people have abandoned their gas-guzzling vehicles in random parking lots in hopes to tame this out-of-control air pollution.

Okay, let’s do this before the lines to the cash registers stretch all the way outside.

Without grabbing a shopping cart or a basket, I start running about the store frantically, grabbing the items on my list. I don’t care whether the produce were good or bruised. I just need food to help me to get through the upcoming days.

By the time I’m ready, the lines have stretched to the end of each aisle. As I wait, I focus my attention outside. The sky’s getting darker and redder like someone have dusted the clouds with Hot Cheeto dust. Holy Mother of… is that a funnel cloud heading toward me?

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