The road is still closed. They said it would be under control by now, that we could all head back to our homes. But they were wrong. I can see by the yellow, orange, and gold glows of the night sky that the wildfires are still raging.
Many of the homes in my neighborhood — maybe even mine — have been lost to the flames. Personal possessions up in smoke. Precious memories destroyed.
They say it’s due to climate change. Higher temperatures and stronger winds create a landscape that allows fires to spread faster and farther.
This ain’t no hoax.
(100 words)
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, engineers had harnessed the the power of the wind by creating giant windmill farms. They had harnessed the power of the sun with solar panels. So why not harness the power of the natural electricity in the atmosphere with collection stations?
“Get closer, kids, and take a good look at that majestic, beautiful animal,” Barbara’s and Dennis’ father told them, “because that species may not be around much longer.”
They said it would revive our local economy.
