Twister

Background info on Lady Dark Side.

"Well, she must have been driving to my apartment," she started off.

"Sounds like a thing a sister would do," I considered.

"You saw the pictures. They were taken less than half a mile away from my-"

"Ya, I figured."

"So that’s all I had to work on. To use to piece together and create some sort of narrative for her."

"To help you…come to terms with it?"

"Something like that."

"Well, let’s see it." She opened her journal to the right page and gave it to me. I instinctively tried to make eye contact with her to make sure she was really okay with me reading the journal. She looked away. I began reading the journal entry.

Sara had just buckled Becky into the baby car seat when she got a message on her phone. It had already been raining hard that day but the message made it official. There was a tornado coming. Sara quickly got into the car and called her sister. It was the first call that they had in months and the last one that they would have for years.

"So…’last one that they would have for years’?" I questioned.

"I knew this was a bad idea…"

"No no, it’s fine."

"Anyways, the next passage is my personal experience."

"Oh." I read on.

I didn’t have to go that far. It was nighttime and I was walking along the rubble when I recognized her car. The police cars were parked around and the ambulances were busing people to the hospital. I walked closer to the car, if you could call it that. Simply put, the car was flat and stuck between other flat cars. It was surreal. To see cars stacked up like Jenga blocks. Like bloody Jenga blocks made out of twisted metal. The only thing that was remotely intact on her car was the driver side window. And that might have been the only solace out of the whole situation. That my sister wasn’t totally encased in metal. That she could look out.

"That’s…really well written…"

"I’m swear I’m not religious."

"Oh I know you aren’t."

"I just wish I could do her some justice."