Across the flat Oklahoma plain, clouds were building.
“Wait, are those the sirens? Dude, there’s a tornado coming!!” Running around the house.
“All of these rooms have windows!”
“No, come in here!” A few minutes pass.
“Do I hear them outside?”
“Oh yeah – we’re cool guys!”
“No, things aren’t cool!” Run to the window. The farmland that had previously surrounded us was cracking and being filled with water. A large farmhouse was literally tipping into the new lake as it ate surround Earth. A military unit was sprinting awkwardly against to current to reach the voices inside.
“Oh crap, are we gonna fall into the lake?” Turn to the host, Joe.
“No, we’re on a granite block.” A few minutes pass and people leave the window.
To our host, “Well, Joe, now you have lakefront property.”
I’m working on doing more fiction/flash fiction. Any notes? Thoughts? Feedback?