January 23 Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt by Georgia Koch.
In the calm before the storm, Rafe nailed plywood over the house windows. His home was miles inland from the coast but that didn’t matter to a hurricane. Wind was wind, no matter what they called it. He wasn’t going to stay for another blow. He was heading further inland to visit his brother.
Rafe loaded his clothes and some food into the truck before he hitched the boat behind. He headed out to the highway. Hours later, he was still on the highway – a whole ten miles down the road, in congested traffic. This time he weathered the storm in his truck.