11.55, Suva, Fiji.
Evan’s fury is has grown.
The buses and cars are rushing their way to their homes. Birds have hid themselves
and a lonely Meyna was spotted flying backwards from my veranda. The doors are
now rattling and the windows are weeping. From a distant, I think I heard a scream but
most probably it’s the wind whistling.
The electricity has also left our company and Facebook is on
fire once again. Videos and photos from friends is all that is left to update
us on their security.
The worse part… it’s just the beginning.
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