As hurricane Irma battered the Florida coast, thousands rushed into hastily organized shelters.
“All I got was rice cereal!” whined Ben into the reporter’s microphone. His voluminous belly peeked out beneath his shirt. “What happened to ham and eggs with gravy on toast? Is that so hard? I’m hungry!”
Nearby, a mother tried to soothe her baby. She had no diapers to give the squalling infant. A family stumbled in with nothing but drenched clothing and cuts from flying debris.
“Hey! Can we get a TV in here?” shouted Ben. “C’mon people!”
A harried volunteer, whose house was under water, finally had enough of Ben. “You think it’s better out there?” said Vanessa. “You wanna go?”
“Yeah, I do,” spat Ben. “Anything is better than going hungry in here!”
“I’ll show you the way out.”
Vanessa waited by the door. He’d retreat from the water rushing through the street…and something worse. Thirty seconds later Ben returned. His hands shook.
“Still hungry?” said Vanessa.
“Gonna complain about it?”
“Why not?” she smirked.
“There’s alligators in the water out there,” shuddered Ben. “They’re hungry too.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/sunday-photo-fiction-september-10th-2017/
As I write this, Hurricane Irma is hammering Florida. Conditions are so bad, emergency services are broadcasting that they cannot answer calls for help. Tens of thousands huddle in shelters.
Florida has lots of alligators as it is. I just wonder how many will enter the cities, riding on the storm surge.
This story is based on what I just saw on the news. I couldn’t believe my ears. I imagine that conditions in the shelter are poor. Probably ill-supplied and uncomfortable and no fun at all. Still, much thanks is due to the folks who organized these shelters with little time to plan. I think the alternatives to shelters, drowning or hurled by the winds against a building at 80mph are, in my humble opinion, worse.