You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hale starts descending form the sky. Write a post about what happens next.
Grab your stuff and run. Simple.
And after you’ve gone through the whole, oh-my-god, placate-small-children, check-for-bruises, have-a-shower, get-dressed, have-coffee, oh-my-god, oh-my-god thing… ring instantly for appointment with optometrist – have I lost my peripheral vision? – followed at once by appointment with nearest shrink – am I so totally in denial that I failed to notice 30 degree drop in temperature and imminent threat to my hedonistic pleasure?
I know my beach. I know which directions hail might come from – no high mountains or tall buildings for it to hide behind, then pop up like a leering Jack-in-the-box spitting ice balls. So if I missed it…
On the other hand, maybe climate change has done its bit and the end of the world is at hand.
Oh well, as long as we all go together…