Eye Of The Storm
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EYE OF THE STORM
BY PAUL G. JUTRAS
(MIXTURE OF TG FICTION WITH TRUE STORM EVENTS)
It was Saturday night and the road outside his parent's house was
deserted. For three days Paul and his folks had watched as I-4 and 95
went bumper-to-bumper traffic, so that one could travel faster by foot
to evacuate for Hurricane Frances. Paul's dad believed in his house
better than any shelter and had the three of them hunker down there. It
was 5pm when the power went out.
"I'm starting to think that his wasn't such a good idea." Paul's mother
said as she thought of the power surges that were happening all day. In
the morning power was knocked off for a half a hour and through out the
day the power would be lost for a minute or two. What they didn't know
at that time was that it was off for good.
The windows and rain bands pounded against the two story double roof of
the house as the news man of the associated press relied on the
batteries of his lap top to cover what was happening. He had been
interviewing those who decided to stay and face the storm and got stuck
on the Florida barrier islands. He sent the articles to Google web site
NEWS COCOA BEACH JUTRAS.
"You know I wouldn't go." Paul said in a stubborn way. "I've listened
to mom tell me she'd rather have me kill myself than embarrass her in
public. Now you got your wish."
"I'm not talking about my son wanting to be a woman now." Dad said in
an angry tone. If not for the situation he'd have kicked his kid out of
the house right there.
Paul retreated to his room and the radio listing to reports on where
the hurricane was and how strong the winds where in different areas. As
Paul's mom found the phones were still working, she tried to call her
father up. To her surprise, her nephew from Florida answered as he was
on vacation from school.
"Mom there something wrong with toilet," said Paul as his mom followed
in with the flashlight. She saw the wind was sucking the water out
through the pipe and used bottle water to fill it up to be able to go.
As one of the rain bands ended and reports of another coming, they saw
one of the fences start to go. The three of them threw on their
raincoats and ran outside with some bunji cords to brace them. That was
when they saw the screen porch of the house next door raise up over the
house roof and literally explode in mid air.
"Get back in the house!" Paul's dad said as he and his mom started
gather the aluminum pieces and moving them. They didn't want the
building wind to shoot the pieces through their own screen porch or
into the house itself.
As Paul returned to his room and the radio, he heard a banging against
his window. When his parents came he mentioned it and was told a suffet
had broken loose from the arch of the roof and was flapping in the
wind. As Paul stared out the window, he saw for the third time the
neighbor across the street run out of his house to try to re-brace his
fence.
With reports of 124 MPH wind, they road out storm. It wasn't until
after the 2nd high tide that Paul was able to relax enough about the
tidal surge to sleep. He thought he would have trouble with no air on
and all, but he was wrong. Feeling ill that night what normally would
cause him to feel the chills actually made him feel just right.
He could hear the cat's collar bell as she kept moving from one bedroom
to the other checking on everyone.
Sunday was worst that Saturday as they were stuck without power in a
closed up house with the sound of the rain pouring against the roof.
Paul had hoped the roof wouldn't cave in and ruin his TG video
collection more than he cared for his own life. While he didn't really
want to die part of him just didn't care what happened to him.
Listening to the radio he heard how a local church steeple broke off
the roof; flew in the air and plunged back into the roof. There were
also reports a television station that was built to withstand a
hurricane category 5 losing its roof and a woman in a shelter giving
birth to a baby.
Feeling better Sunday night, Paul found it harder to sleep than the
night before. Because Paul's mom kept her radio on all night listening
to the storm, its batteries were almost dead and they had to switch to
Paul's who used his sparingly when he wasn't reading his Trixie Belden
books.
Sunday night CNN called the house to interview dad while NBC and WFTV
David Bry called up and interviewed mom. All having read the articles
mailed out by the associated press newsman's articles.
Monday Paul and the others were able to get outside for the first time
between rain showers. Their neighbor had gotten a hole in his bedroom
roof and had a sick dog that he wished he could get to the vet.
Paul continued to listen to the radio. More stories such as shelters
without generators and a man being pinned under his bed were being
broadcast as well as reports of a man setting fire to his place with
his portable generator.
He was taking a warm soda out to the front porch and tell the story
when a car pulled up in the driveway. A young, skinny woman got out.
"I'm trying to get to New York and am low on gas. Do you know where I
can get some?"
"All the stations are closed." Paul's dad said as he looked puzzled. He
then realized as the rest did that she was looking for someone to offer
her free food and gas. "Nobody is currently allowed in and out of town.
I suggest you turn around and go back where you came from."
Tuesday Paul thought he'd have to go to work when he heard the store's
rival was working on generator. Paul's attempt to call in and failed so
he joined in with a Florida Today interview and aided in cleaning up.
His dad got a friend to help repair the four singles lost on the roof
and the soffet as the whole family had a problem with heights.
Walking down the street among the fallen trees, missing condo roofs and
six-foot sand dunes, they saw the area the restaurant fa?ade boat was
indeed missing as we had gotten a call about the day before. It was
while looking at the fallen mail boxes on the way back and that Paul
noticed one television antenna was still up on a roof, not even bent.
Wednesday power went back on and allowed Paul back on the Internet.
While his dad was complaining about no cable, Paul missed the Internet,
his pen pal and TG stories more than anything. Paul grew up spending
his summers at his grandpa's fishing cable. While grandpa had
electricity for lights and a single fan, he had little out. His
bathroom only consisted of a toilet under the garage stairs. If Paul
and his mom wanted a bath the choice was either use the lake like
grandpa or beg the their relatives across the street in their normal
house. Paul didn't mind the lost of television as much and knew how to
entertain himself.
When Paul returned to work the balloons at the register were replaced
with scarecrows. By the door was a singing and dance Frankenstein
monster and cackling skeleton. Between the registers and Produce
department were fake tombstones that read TRICK OR TREAT and HAPPY
HALLOWEEN. There were jack o lantern buckets for holding candy in both
orange and purple colors as well as different trick or treat bags.
"Guess I used the helium tank to blow up the fish balloons for
nothing." Paul sighed as he flipped through a rack of costumes. Next to
the costumes was a rack of wings, wands, crowns and other accessories.
Mostly marked 3+ were fairies, princess and fireman outfits. Those
marked 8+ were witch, ghoul and doctor outfits. Though the witch still
seemed small for Paul. "Wish there were more trick or treats in the
neighborhood so I could answer the door in costume."
As we went to work at a register he heard many stories of those who
survived the storm. One guy had three rooms out of four flooded during
the storm and the fourth flooded during the thunderstorm the day after
the storm passed. He was now living in a hotel 6 who had the ceiling
above the shower cave in. Others left the shelters to live in their car
while getting state aid to get back on their feet and make repair.
"Did you see the beard on that guy," a female cashier said to her
female friend. "I could never kiss a man with a beard. Look at Paul all
clean shaven."
"I'm thinking of getting electrolysis and getting rid of this stubble
for good." Paul said without second thought.
"Good one," she said. "Electrolysis is only for women who want to get
rid of the little facial hair they have."
As Paul shifted he felt his nylons rubbing again his legs and the
fabric of his pants. The dress code at work included black socks.
Nothing in the rules said what the material of the socks had to be made
of. Paul went to the office and after much discussing switch from the
job's male grooming standards to the store's female standards. A new
life with such choices of either black pants or a black skirt with his
Hawaiian shirt as part of the work uniform. Who says life doesn't begin
at 30.
THE END
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