Online Submission From Anonymous

It was a calm warm night and I was walking down a well-lit suburban street talking with a woman who was wearing a black polka dot dress. Something else had happened – a lot of talking and such – before this account begins but I am not clear on the details. I know we had decided to sit down and smoke in a park adjacent to the road. I said I first needed a drink and could see a table with a white tablecloth on the curb in the distance. So I left my co-walker and walked towards the table that was covered with bottles. Once I arrived the bottles had gone but I could see another table similarly situated about another quarter of a mile down the road. I must have passed three or four more empty tables until I finally arrived at a table with people standing around pouring themselves drinks. A strong wind had come up
and there were a lot of paper particles floating in the air. The wind grew stronger and feeling anxious I stopped a motorcylist to get a ride back to the park. We were almost back to the park and by now there was larger debris flying in the air. A man jumped out in the street in front of us waving his arms for us to stop. He told us to turn around as a tornado had just touched down in the park.