Motorcycle Tornado
Is that a tornado siren or a motorcycle? It just started to rain. People are crazy enough to do some motorbike riding around here. I’m in the metro area of Blue City. It’s not rural or anything, but it’s definitely not like the city either.
I hear the wind chimes clink but not too erratically. Those will let me know if the wind gets too rowdy. I’m currently stuck on the sofa with my right leg resting on a stained beige ottoman. I’m sporting a neon yellow cast on my right walking bone stick. The bone is actually broken in half at the moment. That sound got me thinking nervously about what I would do if a vortex wind villain actually came by.
I hear the motorcycle person squeal through my old neighborhood. It doesn’t sound too far away and smells like burned rubber and wet coins. That sound just burned any anxious thought I had about a tornado. I click the remote to change the channel to Cake Gangs.
At that moment, a motorcycle bashes through the window and the roof comes flying off with it. Never mind.