Tornado

It came spiraling recklessly, and they let it carry them anywhere it wanted to go. There were trees, fishing nets, a tractor, a swinging chair, people.....anything that crossed its path. Neighbors who lived secret lives were exposed; a cow was so air-sick that it puked out a boy's toy he thought was stolen by his father, to sell to get gambling money; pens rubbed themselves against books, writing stories that no one had the courage to write about himself or herself..... everyone could see the reality in the eye of the tornado. Soon, the tornado faded and left them vulnerable, naked, puzzled. "Truth can be so messy," an old lady whispered.