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AuthorMarilynCelesteMorris
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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Create Space
ISBN-10: 1493528513
Type: Fiction
Pages: 134
Copyright: November 8, 2013
ISBN-13: 9781493528516
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
What would happen when a bomber from the nearby Air Force base is flung by a fierce tornado into the county’s largest shopping mall? Begin the day with the mall manager, his assistant, the security officer and Howard the Weatherman, whose predictions are always uncannily accurate, and in this case, deadly.
What would happen when a bomber from the nearby Air Force base is flung by a fierce tornado into the county’s largest shopping mall? Begin the day with the mall manager, his assistant, the security officer and Howard the Weatherman, whose prediictions are always uncannily accurate, and in this case, deadly.
Follow the Mall Manager, his assistant, and the head of the security force as they make their rounds, noting owners of shops, customers and ever vigilant for any sign of disorder in their enclosed world.
Who lives and who dies when the plane is flung into the crowded malll?
Excerpt
Jeff now felt like one of those school kids, eagerly waiting to see how the weather for today was to shape up.
“I’m afraid we’re going to be in for a bit of rough weather today, folks,” Howard began.
Jeff groaned to Howard’s face on the television: “Not today!”
Howard continued. “Whenever it gets this warm this early in the year, this early in the day, and the moisture starts working its way up from the Gulf and collides with the cold front trying to come down from the north – well, we all know what happens: the possibility of tornadoes exists. According to the National Weather Service…”
Jeff tuned out the rest of the forecaster’s voice; the more important issue at that moment was finding a matching pair of socks. He pawed through perhaps fifteen socks of various colors, looking for two of the same color, preferably brown. Holding up two of what looked like brown, he crossed to the window to inspect them in the early morning light. “Aha! Brown,” he exulted. He seated himself on the unmade bed and worked the winning socks over his size twelve feet.
Tornadoes, he thought. He hadn’t seen one here, in all the time he’d been here in this part of the country, but he had heard tales from the natives about the strange things they were capable of doing. Like driving straws through telephone poles. Bending steel posts while leaving Bibles intact. One of his coworkers at City Hall, where he had first found employment, gave him a booklet on Texas Tornadoes, almost as a joke on his being a Yankee, but actually, the man had been seriously concerned about Jeff’s lack of knowledge about what to do in case of a tornado. So Jeff had read the booklet and thanked the man for his help in acquainting him with a couple of local customs: “Sky Watching” and “Pacing.”
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