Weekend Writing Prompt — Wildfires

406BCC28-B27B-44FE-A0D2-83DFF9C78FADSometimes they were due to a careless camper. At other times, they were started by sparks from power lines taken down by high winds. In either case, the wildfires during the dry season would ravage the countryside, threatening homes, farms, vineyards, and lives.

This wildfire season was no exception, and thousands of acres burned from the out-of-control fires. But then the unexpected happened and a very unseasonable downpour, the likes of which rarely came during the hot, dry summer months, doused the fires, saving countless acres from devastation.

(88 words)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.838D4F9E-B3E5-4A66-8F6D-ED18804A2BF6

Who Won The Week? 12/1/19

10CC3057-4EEA-4C80-B8C1-700C0FC6C906It’s time for another Who Won the Week prompt. The idea behind Who Won the Week is for you to select who you think “won” this past week. Your selection can be anyone or anything — politicians, celebrities, athletes, authors, bloggers, your friends or family members, books, movies, TV shows, businesses, organizations, whatever.

I will be posting this prompt on Sunday mornings (my time). If you want to participate, write your own post designating who you think won the week and why you think they deserve your nod. Then link back to this post and tag you post with FWWTW.

My pick for this week is Mother Nature.

The headline in today’s newspaper read, “Storm Sweeps in with Rain, Snow, and Gusty Winds.” Normally I would look at that headline and think it was bad news. But for those of us who live in Northern California, it’s just the opposite. The first significant rains in months in the region have extinguished most of the wildfires that have plagued the area, which had caused mass power outages and evacuation orders in many communities. The rains coming in this week should finish the job.

So Mother Nature was able to quickly accomplish what mere mortals were unable to do. And for that, those of us who have had to deal with these destructive wildfires are grateful.

But looking at the forecast, I’m wondering if Mother Nature May be going a bit overboard.816BA0E8-B1A2-4CAF-A62B-8DE26351A170Thanks for dousing the wildfires, Mother Nature, but how about giving it a rest now that the fires have been doused?

And now it’s your turn, folks. Who (or what) do you think won the week?

#writephoto — Wildfires

A1264AC8-030A-4711-9549-D7C0FFF460EE Debra could feel the heat from the fire that was engulfing her house, the only home she’d ever known.

“Come on, sweetie, we have to go,” Debra’s father, Greg, called out to his daughter. “We need to evacuate now.”

Tears were flowing down her cheeks. “I don’t want to go, Daddy. Why is this happening to our house?”

Greg walked over and grabbed Debra’s hand and started to lead her away from the burning house. “It’s wildfire season, sweetheart,” he said. “The lack of rain all summer has made all of the grasses and underbrush very dry. And high winds blew down some trees, which fell across power lines. These power lines fell to the ground and sparked brush fires. Then those same high winds rapidly spread the flames of the fire.”

“Why do we live in a place that has wildfires, Daddy,” Debra asked.

“It’s close to my work, baby,” Greg said. “Besides, no matter where you live, there are weather-related risks, whether it’s blizzards, flooding, hurricanes, tornadoes, thunder and lightning.”

Greg was interrupted by a firefighter. “Sir, you need to get yourself and your daughter out of harm’s way before we lose control of the fires in this area.”

Debra looked up at her father as they ran to his car. “We’ve lost everything, haven’t we?”

“No Debra, sweetie,” Greg said. “We lost stuff, but it’s all replaceable. But we still, and always will, have each other.” The two of them hugged, got in the car, and Greg started the engine. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,” he said, “while we still can.”

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

#100WW — Wildfires

DBCA1D16-D8B0-4398-B592-C93F26D91E7EThe 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.

100WW — All Gone

4C48B98D-DC4E-4D86-ABD4-F47D5DF6B743Charles hung his head, trying to understand how this could have happened. Against all odds, he had escaped the stigma of being an inner-city ex-con, and had been warmly welcomed to the community, embraced and respected by his neighbors.

Now he looked down at the charred, barren ground where his home had stood before the out-of-control wildfires wiped out most of the structures in the once bucolic town. All that he possessed was in the backpack that he quickly packed up before abandoning his small, wooden home.

But now it was all gone, his home, his neighbors, and his faith.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Andre Hunter.