Bracing for the Catastrophe

After finishing their phone calls, Hazel's parents stepped outside and joined her under the eaves.

Fist-sized hailstones hammered the ground, making a hair-raising noise.

Beyond the low courtyard walls, occasional cries of distress and the blaring alarms of cars and scooters could be heard.

Selma watched the relentless hail, a chill running down her spine. If one got hit by one of those hailstones