A droubble by waldo47
"Get in the car, Martha."
"There's no need to panic, George. CNN said it would be several hours before it hits."
"CNN has been wrong before."
"In a minute."
George shuddered with frustration but spoke calmly, "We've got to get east of the mountains."
"Just a few more things." Martha dropped two lipsticks and a jar of moisturizer in her small bag."
"You're taking make-up?"
"This is an evacuation, not an opera opening."
"Do you have the pictures?"
"They're in front of the bottled water." George stuffed a bag filled with apples, apricots, American cheese and triscuits into the trunk.
"Should we check on the Petersons?"
"They're at Disneyworld with their grandkids."
"They left half an hour ago. Martha, let's go!"
Martha zipped her maroon bag shut and sighed. "I hope that's all."
George paused with one hand on the driver's side door. "What now?"
"Do you think the mountains might not stop it?"
George's shoulders sagged. "I don't know."
"It doesn't seem real."
Martha murmured, "It might be beautiful."
Mountain-tops behind her glowed golden with the setting sun. Night had yet to touch them, but it soon would.