Zigzagoole Fri Aug 28, 2020 12:03 am
Literature collapses to his knees, and before he can get another hit, is blasted away with a beam of light, Glimmer Gleam stepping between him and Cam.
Literature pulls out one last book. “Rose! Get it out of here!”
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and they could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also. Suddenly, Uncle Henry stood up. "There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his wife.