Sierra started outside after the tornado, relieved to learn that there hadn’t been any widespread carnage as a result of the storm. As she walked out to check the damage she noticed Big John staring at the side of her car.
“You better come and look at this,” he grimaced as if in pain. She wasn’t sure if something was really wrong with her car or if he was just being a jerk.
Keeping her distance from John she walked around the car. Much to her dismay she saw a large piece of glass, a piece of debris from the entry-way, had punctured her tire.
(Note: I had to make this weeks words fit in with my story for National Novel Writing Month because my brain isn’t flexible enough to start an entirely new story today. Website for National Novel Writing Month is http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/about/hownanoworks )
Three words: carnage, jerk and puncture