“The cyclone will hit in the evening. They are here to take us away to the temporary shelters.”
“What of our house… and furniture, and jewelry?”
“Hurry up… we need to go.” He looked away, hiding his tears from his wife who was still bewildered by the emergency of the moment.
“But…” She tried to voice her concern for everything they had earned in their lifetime.
He took her hands. “Is this life more important or these material possessions? I am sorry. Just pick a suitcase and take the clothes and jewelry, you could pack into it. We need to leave/live.”
* For Friday Fictioneers.