Creative Writing: Hurricane Katrina

“ Well ...I actually don’t know who it was, but well… here let me start from the beginning.” The man looked down at me as we stood there in blazing heat. His chiseled features of his face and arms shined brightly in the sun. “It was just right after Katrina hit around 2ish,” he recounted. “Even though it was the middle of the day no sun shined through the clouds in days. It was almost completely dark out except for tiny ray of light that had managed to seep through. The street and houses around here were completely flooded the water was up to about here” the man walked off the porch and pointed to a red line just above his head. “ When Katrina had hit I was safely inside my home but by this time I had been forced out by the water like many

others. Their I was hugging to a street light, the wind was blowing, and the angry sea was attempting to pry me from the light post. I turned my back on the wind for a minute to prevent the debris in the air from cutting my face, when a large gust of wind came. Then without noticing came a giant branch from a nearby tree was knocked loose and soured on towards me. All I remember was a thump , about 10 second of , and the rest was just black. I thought in the brief seconds before that I surely I was going to die that day, but I survived so how, and as you see I’m very much alive. That when he came in. I awoke about 2 hours later on a bright red rescue boat. When I pulled managed open my eyes a lady on board who was talking to someone else turned and headed over to.
“How ya feeling? she questioned. “You sure got a mighty good knock in your noggin.”
“ What happen,” I mumbled cluelessly. Then she told me that I had been knocked out, but luckily enough a guy had saw me fall into the water and came to save me. I looked around at the other people on board and their was only a couple of little children and an old lady on board but no man .
“Where… where is he now?” I murmured to the lady. Then she took a long pause almost like deciding whether to tell me the truth or not.
“ Well he gave up his seat on here for you. This is such a small boat you know and we all couldn’t fit. Without even thinking twice he hopped off and swam away in hazardous water.” defeatedly she confessed.
“Wow…” that's all I could say”. Then man stopped for a moment looking back up at me I could see his face turning a little red and his eye were getting puffy. His breaths had become a lot deeper and longer. “ After I took a minute to process what she had said there was just one more question I had to ask. So I called the lady over again. She shuffled over as the tiny boat bobbed up and down.