Yellow Skies

At Hickory House Farm, the sky turned an ominous yellow, an unmistakable sign of tornado weather for the people of Wesleyville. The air was electric, charged with impending danger. Blackbirds took frantic flight, seeking refuge in the nearby pines. The loud cawing and flapping was a stark contrast to the stillness of the farm.

The old brick silo stood tall despite bearing scars from a devastating tornado over 20 years ago. Back then, the top of the silo had been torn off and hurled into a neighboring field. Now, as the storm approached, memories of that fateful day mingled with the present, stirring a deep-seated unease in Alice. Inside the farmhouse, the family braced themselves, recalling stories of past storms.