Writing Prompt: Sudden Shift

You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.


The minute I see the first piece of hail fall, I’m gone; pink and orange floral beach towel thrown over my head, running for my car or other shelter, family and friends left behind, seeded watermelon sitting on the hail pocked sand catching hail between its red flesh, sun shining on only the beached starfish and greedy sea gulls, and my white sandals, lonely and waiting for their barefoot owner to return.

Minutes later everyone finds me and wonders how I found shelter so quickly. “I’m allergic to hail,” I tell them. “Little frozen balls of ice hitting my delicate brown skin at gravity speed is not pleasant.”

The beach is empty, the clouds walk away, and the hail storm ends while a shark glides by waiting for someone to again swim out too far.