SF Drabble #277 “No Earthly Church Has Ever Blessed Our Union”

We knew it was coming from radar, so the town was halfway buttoned up before we could see the dust front naked-eye. When we finally did see the cloud, we knew it was a big one. Karlee caught my eye and held it, and I understood: we would contrive to be in the same building when it arrived, regardless of other concerns.

Dust storms can last days, weeks. One when I was five lasted two months. Two of the smaller houses were completely buried when it was over. I’m not going to ride out something like that separated from Karlee.

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