Mom opened her mouth to speak. A cloud of dust puffed from her lips. She blinked and waved irritably. Lori snickered, sending out little spurts of gray dust. Dad opened wide, a river of dust pouring from his throat to mound and spill from his lap.
Ashley ran. She hit the door at full speed and it puffed into dry fragments around her.
Her legs sank through the floor and...
the dust and the wind
into the outside and the sky
the road below
dust and somewhere
there was dust
Diabolical Plots is now a SFWA Qualifying Market
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