Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers: Goodbye Old San Francisco

Jacklyn loved the old part of San Francisco. She couldn’t think of anything she adored more than spending a morning walking and browsing in various shops.

As Jacklyn devoured Chinese food, the sky began to darken. A rumbling thunder could be be heard in the distance. Jacklyn felt apprehensive.

Fat drops of rain fell and became numerous. The rain fell in torrid sheets, pooling on the streets. Jacklyn and many others were soaked as they ran inside. The the wind arose strongly and it began to hail.  An eerie green light was cast upon the sky and Jacklyn froze as she saw a funnel cloud near.

The wind picked up as Jacklyn and others hid under tables in the Chinese restaurant. The acrid taste of fear was in her mouth. Jacklyn heard a roaring as the Tornado blew through the area; the sound went on forever.

Later, when the Tornado had passed, Jacklyn and the people inside the Chinese Restaurant’s building came outside. To Jacklyn’s shock, it was the only building in old San Francisco standing. She wept.

Word Count: 177 words

The Story Tellers Abode: The Old Part of San Francisco

Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge!

Note: I have never been to San Francisco. I don’t know if they get Tornado’s there. But for the purposes of this story they do.


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14 thoughts on “Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers: Goodbye Old San Francisco

  1. Ameena k.g December 8, 2015 / 8:51 pm

    Tears of joy for being saved or tears of sorrow over the destruction? Guess we’ll never know 😁. Love your take on the prompt Mandi and your descriptions were on-point!

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    • mandibelle16 December 8, 2015 / 11:12 pm

      Hmmm I never thought about tears of joy. Tears because of the destruction. It was her favourite place, how can you let be somewhere that has been totalled where many people have died

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  2. Priceless Joy December 8, 2015 / 9:20 pm

    That was divine intervention! How lucky they were their building wasn’t touched by the tornado! Great story Mandi, lots of tension!

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  3. Vonita December 8, 2015 / 9:45 pm

    Great story! We are planning to spend a weekend in San Francisco in April!

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    • mandibelle16 December 9, 2015 / 1:57 am

      Yeah. Out of nowhere. Things looked to perfect in that place, so nice to walk through and sit outside and eat. Something had to happen. 🙂

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  4. Ellespeth December 10, 2015 / 5:27 am

    I live in the San Francisco Bay area – there was a tornado, actually, a b it northeast of SF a few years ago. I’m not sure, either, how common they are but your story is heart wrenching 😦 Such a miracle, and Jacklyn knew that!


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    • mandibelle16 December 10, 2015 / 5:36 am

      Hmmm… Good to know. We can have them up here in Canada in our prairie provinces like Alberta. When I was little there was one in 1987 (?) and I remember my Mom putting helmets on me brother’s head and we stayed in the pantry awhile. Quite a few people died they call it Black Friday every year since. Yes, I think her weeping tells all. Thanks for visiting Ellespeth.


  5. Sonya December 12, 2015 / 11:25 pm

    It’s heartbreaking to see something you love destroyed like that. Great take on the prompt!

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  6. luckyjc007 December 13, 2015 / 3:16 am

    It was very fortunate that she chose that particular place to eat that day. She knew what the funnel cloud meant and your description of her reaction showed her fear. There are many times in our life that we may experience a bad situation and the outcome is good, but we are affected by it and are left with mixed feelings, especially like in her case when she survived, but others probably did not. Wonderful story, Mandi. 🙂

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    • mandibelle16 December 13, 2015 / 4:28 am

      Thanks for your thoughts Lucky. I think you are right. We are never left unaffected by bad experiences. There was a Tornado where I live when I was maybe 2 or 3. I remember my Mom putting helmets on me and my baby brother. Tornados scare my Mom to this day. That sparked the idea. Thanks for reading.


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