My story is a about Hurricane Sandy and human mortality. I found it a fitting topic to tackle during Lent although I am long gone from the practice of Catholic rituals.
The howling winds, crack of transformers and the fear of normal routines gone, settled into silence. It was the day after and people started to panic. Rushing out for gas, waiting hours for a few gallons to go nowhere, to feel gas tank full, they found themselves fidgeting for refrigerator items they could not keep. I lit the hurricane lamps, thought of the day after nine eleven when the skies’ only movements were twinkling stars. Not an escape in sight. The harsh burn of spirits and the frame by frame remembrance of the ease of lives turned into ghostly ash.
The Ash Lady