My friend Marian Allen wrote about "food that you start to cook but have to put away before the cooking is done", the other day, and her writing prompt for the day was this: A power outage causes an inconvenience.
After some thought this is my story:
Just An Inconvenience
The weatherman kept warning of tornadoes, as I drove along the country road back to the town. As I approached a gas station, desperate to use the “facilities”, I saw dark clouds approaching.
When you gotta go, you gotta go, so I stopped.
The bathroom was a small building with a single light and 1 toilet; clean, though!
As I sat reading the newspaper, conveniently provided, a howling wind came up, rain poured, the light blew; the room shook and I stayed put.
When the storm ended I opened the door…finding myself in the town park, miles from my car.