Freddie (Part 1)
Georgia was peaceful and prosperous, proud and preposterously relaxed in the dawn sunshine a week after the peanut harvest had been reaped. Its 40 counties were perfectly ripe for persecution by demonic nature. Would they reap the whirlwind?
Macon's deputy sheriff looked at his $1000 Hauer watch which told him it was 4:40am. He felt even more alert than when he had come on duty nine hours previously. He turned on the radio, tuning it into a Fed-run weather station whose broadcasting centre was on a converted frigate anchored near the Bahamas.
Suzanne Mitre within 30 seconds told him and half a million other early birds that hurricane Freddie was building up strength and speed, fury and noise, out in the north Atlantic ocean only 20 miles north of her. Christened by the chief coastguard Hector Muldoon, hurricane Freddie was a gigantic twister already sucking up into its murderous maw whales, dolphins, stingrays, sharks, porpoises, motor boats and miniature submarines, early morning surfers, freighters and any livestock unlucky enough to be transported by sea at that moment in time. Natural nihilism was nastily brewing.
Freddie was a mile tall above the seething blustery waters, an elemental and dastardly phenomenon which did not even know its own name and yet soon was to be given a tortured identity and be made self-conscious by Russian psychotronics experts conspiring on a sub near Hamilton, Burmuda – to the north of Freddie by 444 miles.
Freddie accelerated due to the anticyclone influencing its rear. Its power was just less than a 1 megaton atom bomb. It sucked, it spiralled, it spun, it raved for chaos. It raced for the defenceless mainland. Mankind was at its mercy. The U.S.A. could destroy Pacific atolls with its weaponry but could not negate or halt a gigantic hurricane. Nature thus embarrassed the $14 million technology of the U.S.A.
As Freddie crossed the white sands of the first beach over Georgia, he suddenly became conscious of himself. The Russians had spotted his neutrino structure by radar and had hypnotized it. Now he knew he was Freddie and that he had a mission – to trouble America and to call himself not a typhoon but a tycoon.
His identity crisis was not far from realizing that he could control his spinning tall body. He laughed for the first time in his 2-hour lifespan. As he laughed, his mad twisting body erupted into malevolence, spewing upwards octopii, squids, half a coral reef, a raft of Balsa with two dead men strapped to it. The cruel sea was ruled by a self conscious illuminated twister and vicious tornado which sought love and approval by organizing mass destruction.
Freddie grew to two miles high and was spinning around his eye a storm of one mile a minute. He came into conflict with aircraft now. Two jets bound for West African airports were digested as if minor flotsam. Their metal plates and electric wiring burst asunder and all aboard died instantly of shock, kids and all. The vacuum which is the central eye of the storm was maliciously triumphant.
The first town Freddie spotted with the urge to destroy was Macon where the sheriffs. office had evacuated all living things to head southwest out of the path of the eco-killer. Racing down Main Street, Freddie pulled every square inch of glass upwards and outwards. It was not a painless extraction. Abandoned cars, buses and tourist stagecoaches also ended up in the sky.
If God is love, Freddie was hatred, death and destruction. But Freddie had no conscience nor guilt. The Russians in the sub Yevtushenko traced Freddie's neutrino structure still on their radar. Commander Modchenko was well pleased with his chastisement of the American capitalist system which rivalled his country's – he was afraid to admit that he was jealous.
His orgiastic climatic violence spent, Freddie subsided into nothingness in the woods and meadows of northern Georgia, depositing at ground level thousands of inanimate objects collected when it was lively and furious and active.
The natural eco-process of the typhoon was over – Georgians could breathe again, but dared they to smile, to dance, to roister, ever again? Though extinct, Freddie now had a self awareness unit. . .
To be continued in Homeless Diamonds issue 18
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