Brooke Jennett

I was about 10 feet from it when a hand reached up from the ground and grabbed my leg.

Another hand reached up and grabbed my thigh.

I struggled to break free, but I wasn't strong enough.

I could feel myself being pulled down into the ground.

I kicked at the hands with my free foot.

I caught the hand around my thigh and let it go just enough for me to roll away.

I got to my feet and ran the last few feet to my car.

I ripped open my door and jumped inside.

My hands were shaking, but I managed to get my keys in the ignition and crank my car to life.

The sound of the engine purring was the sweetest thing I have ever heard.

I glanced out the window and watched the tornado turn and head away from the house.

I also caught a glimpse of Jim from the shelter door.

He was waving at me, but I didn't want to hear what he had to say.

tornado was bearing down at me.

I dropped the gear shift into drive and floored the pedal.

The dust that peeled up from the tires never touched the ground.

I drove for hours, not stopping for anything.

I listened to the radio and heard that the tornado had done some damage to the town.

I imagined the lone Starbucks was out of commission.

That was reason enough to flee this place and never look back.