6 February 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3006: feels a bit muggy out there

Eleven-year-old Velma Trent and her eight-year-old baby sister Gracie walked out of their home early in Tinyville, VA and just looked north and south from their porch, late in the morning. It was a pretty blue and gold day … but the sunrise had been exceptionally rosy.

“Feels a bit muggy out there,” Velma said.

“Ain't it the truth,” Gracie said.

“Feels like it did when Bayard Heights washed out a couple days later,” Velma said.

“Ain't it the truth,” Gracie said.

“It's time to get with Andrew and do a pre-emergency 9-2-2-Where-We-Call-You call,” Velma said.

“Ain't it the truth.”

But ten-year-old Andrew Ludlow was watching the weather report with his grandmother, Mrs. Thalia Ludlow, and already knew.

“Looks like we are going to have a 500-year weather event twice in one summer,” Andrew said to Velma and Gracie as they walked in.

“That big high pressure ridge in an odd spot north of us in the Atlantic has recurred,” Mrs. Ludlow said, “so Hurricane Mneme is sliding due west like Justicia did.”

“A pandemic and two hurricanes,” ten-year-old Glendella Ludlow said as she walked in. “I think God is letting us know its time to get our lives together around Lofton County.”

“Ain't it the truth,” Velma and Gracie said.

“Yeah, but, no,” Velma and Gracie's father Sgt. Vincent Trent said. “We gotta pray that ridge move and this hurricane go out to sea – the poor of Lofton County can't take another hit like this. Bayard Heights got all the news, but a lot more people lost everything and only God is checking for them.”

“Ain't it the truth,” his mother Mrs. Gladys Jubilee Trent said, “but remember, son, Lofton County has a lot of things that justice and remembrance need to cover. Justicia – obvious – but also Mneme – means memory.”

“Whoa,” Sgt. Trent said.

“Lofton County is in a process, son,” Mrs. Jubilee Trent said as Mrs. Melissa Trent her daughter-in-law came in. “I have been talking about this with our Jubilee family elders, in light of 400 years of the county refusing to move forward consistently, but really the last 60 years in particular. Lofton County got its warning last year when the police departments and a lot of extra county leadership showed they had been done gone rogue but Ironwood Hamiton and Harry Lee were home from Special Forces on time to mop that up. Folks didn't get it. The Ridgeline Fire was a failure on so many levels and took out three times as many houses as were lost with Bayard Heights. Folks didn't get it. The Lord sent a plague in March of this year. Folks didn't get it. It took Hurricane Justicia for folks to start to get it, but some folks are digging in their heels on their foolishness. It's a process, son. Ain't no way out but through.”

Sgt. Trent paused.

“We won't get the worst of the winds here this far inland,” he said, “but Nneme is about twice as wet as Justicia according to early reports.”

“Well,” Mrs. Trent said, “if the Lord does not turn Mneme, we are about to find out where all the sinking sand is in Lofton County, in every sphere.”

“Ain't it the truth,” Sgt. Trent and Mrs. Jubilee Trent said together.