The Little Tornado by Sharon Black

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  The Little Tornado by Sharon Black

Original humorous clean-cut story by local writer. 8/1/2 x 11 -110 pound paper, four color artwork, and bold big type.   FREE POSTAGE ANYWHERE IN US! Want to send a gift to your niece/ nephew? Grandchildren? I will send it directly to them for you. Autographed!

17 pages   

black spiral binding and clear plastic cover over front and back cover.

Will autograph!   

 FREE SHIPPING send $12.00 to Sharon Black 313 N Washington Smith Center, KS 66967 and I will promptly get one in the mail to you. Of course, if you prefer, you can come to my house and purchase one. It's that easy!  I also am available for readings. I have read it to Long Term Care in SC, and it was read again to them recently.

AWARD WINNING STORY 2008 WINFIELD ARTS AND HUMANITIES WRITING COMPETITION   THE AMERICAN IDOL OF WRITING IN KANSAS

This was locally printed. All the money I receive from customers stays in the US! 

 

After the storm, Libby and her piano students admired six yellow socks lying toe to toe on the kitchen floor. Salome and Steven looked up at their teacher for the explanation when the louvered laundry door rattled. A gust of wind blustered out. Mini blinds shook. Pictures went crooked. Salome and Steven shrieked and ran down into the basement.
       Libby listened through the louvers to a whirling noise. Nothing she owned made such a noise, and if it did, why was it working now when she was giving piano lessons that were interrupted by a tornado siren. Had someone snuck into the house when she and her students were in the basement? She pulled out her cell phone to dial the police, but instead it rang.  
       “Yes, Viv, we went into the basement as soon as the siren went off,” she said to her sister.
       She listened to Vivian’s account of the tornado winds snapping trees and power lines on her end of the town.  
     “There’s a whooshing sound coming from my laundry room.”
       “Libby, laundry rooms usually make a whooshing noise.”
     “Viv, Something awful is in this room.” She flipped on the light in a moment of bravery.
        Shirts and trousers spun in the center of the room. The little tornado broke apart, embarrassed by the intrusion. The spinning wind wrapped Libby’s favorite dress around her head. She pulled it off her face. “Viv, I think the tornado is trapped in the laundry room. How do I get rid of it?”
       “Do you have a concussion?”    
       “It’s like a sauna in here.”
       “I’m coming over at once.”
       “Sure, watch this when you get here.”
       Salome and Steven ran upstairs after hearing the conversation. “The tornado is in the laundry room, Libby?”
       “Watch this!” Libby tossed a shoe into the tornado. The little tornado spun the shoe and wiped away all grass stains. It dropped at Steven’s feet with tied shoelaces.
       “Sweet!” Salome said.
       “Catch this!” Steven tossed in a grimy baseball. They watched as the ball disappeared in the spinning cloud and rolled out brand new white. 
       “Amazing!” Libby exclaimed, just as the doorbell chimed.