Fay tried to get away. Stopped in her tracks…
Thanks to Yadge, for noticing the lack of scene. This is Fay. Here in Florida we obviously must deal with hurricanes. Duh! But Fay wasn’t no ‘cane, folks. Nope, just a tropical storm when she landed. She landed hard, landed wet. She prevented me from flying away to Ohio (bummer. Insert the sarcasm here). I moved my car to higher land. Thanks to Mary, the San Marco Market matriarch. We are bonified unifiers in times like these. We stand up and help one another. Funny, in the ironic sense that we don’t take these ideals to bed with us, eh? Why is it only in crisis that we stand up, protect and serve each other? The bulkhead kept the sludgey, St. John’s force at bay. But my personal blockade prevented any delusions on this day…