Tornadoes chased me, sometimes five at a time. I always ran, sometimes I was indoors. Sometimes on the prairies. They never caught me but I ducked, sometimes they destroyed towns above me. Sometimes I wondered the streets, heavy heart crying and looking for my sons. Sometimes I was in a glass house watching them come down, and sometimes they swirled above me. I dreamed of tornadoes for a long time, every night as twisters chased me across the prairie and lightning marked my hair with a silver streak. Whirlwinds in my head for over a year. Hair turning silver…
Then I was sentenced.
And I never dreamed of them again.