Janice was returning from her morning walk on the beach when she spied the dark clouds moving in from the north.
“Strange,” she pondered. “The forecast called for clear skies today.”
Seeing how fast the darkness approached, she quickened her pace. Her condo sat across the street from the beach and she wanted to be inside in case rain began falling.
In her living room, she turned on her television to see what the local weatherman had to say about this meteorological faux pas.
“…and are urging residents to seek shelter where ever they can,” came the voice of the clearly disturbed anchorwoman.
“Must be a bad storm,” thought Janice, peering out her window.
The first drops struck the glass pane as a gust of wind rushed by. The amber colored rain left dirty streaks and Janice thought she actually saw smoke rising where the water hit. She turned her attention back to the television.
“Again, if you’re just tuning in, a massive storm of unknown origin is blanketing the entire coast and the rain is highly corrosive. Damage to vehicles and buildings have been reported and at least 70 have been confirmed dead.”
“Oh my God!” Janice exclaimed, holding her hand to her mouth.
Muffled screams broke her astonished trance. She turned back to her window and saw people writhing on the beach as the rain seemed to eat away their flesh. Howls of pain echoed through the streets.
It wasn’t until the first drops of rain began eating through the glass of her window that Janice realized with sickening horror that the worst was still to come.
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words. I went over again this week but I just had too much fun writing this to stop. Thanks for the photo, Louise.]