Into the Flames [Watty Awards 2012]

Prolouge

I watched the storm roll in as I pulled in my largest catch of the week. “Storms are brewing! Get the load inside!” I tugged at my load slightly ahead of the others. I dumped my net down in the warehouse and loaded the last of my crates. I stream of older men came in. I helped them load the boxes. Rain pounded down on the roof. Mist stood at the door, her tunic like shirt and hair blowing in the strong wind. “Hurry up! The wind is raging! There is a hurricane on the horizon.”  She helped one of the boys throw his load into his crates. I corralled the others out of the warehouse. “Hurry home!” I called after them. As the boy ran out of the warehouse, Mist and I each grabbed a door and shoved them closed, locking it once the doors got close enough together. I picked up a forgotten net and ran for home, Mist trailing behind me. We shut the door just before the hurricane touched down.