
The storm started at around 7:30 PM just south of Clarkdale. The wind came to the motel first before any thunder or rain. I heard it all whipping around outside, pushing around loose newspaper and tearing off car paint with sand. The rain started when I was in the shower so I didn't notice right away. If I had I might have tried to bust out earlier. As soon as the TV signal died, the sirens started going off. I don't know what for. Maybe tornadoes or gale force jets. Maybe flash floods on a patch of earth that'd been parched for 360 consecutive days. My neighbor, the kisser, packed up and left just a couple minutes after the sirens started. I admit, I panicked a little and yelled for him to stay. I still couldn't get past the cactus flower Sid had hung above my door. In fact, I think its radius increased. I couldn't even sit on the edge of the bed without feeling sick for it. Things were getting desperate.
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