The funnel shaped cloud formed rapidly, as such clouds usually did. It bore down on the isolated stretch of houses and when folk heard the warning siren they quickly ran to their cellars.
They emerged once the all clear sounded and immediately headed for their vehicles. Eyes were tearing up and everybody was retching.
Zeke cursed through bouts of vomiting as he staggered toward his truck. He yelled to his wife and kids, “Git in! We gotta git outta here fast!”
“Whut’s that stench, Zeke?” moaned his gagging wife, clinging to an screaming, upchucking baby.
“It wuz a goddamned skunknado!”