Through the Peephole
I didn’t know what was coming until it actually hit me. Thick. Dark. Massive. Hurling straight towards me like a huge sea of black dust. Winds exceeding any scale. Plants being ripped up from the ground. Me in a thin blue dress with a dirty apron, hair in a messy bun. Trembling. In two feet was my drafty farm house with the thinnest walls in creation to protect me. Of course I was completely oblivious about what was going to happen. The Dust Bowl. It was here in full force. Hungry for destruction. The date,late September of 1934. That’s the day my life changed possibly forever. That’s the day it hit us. Reality hit us. And this was only a glimpse from my peephole.
Five feet away. Not enough time. Me and my little sister Dorothy outside playing with our rag dolls. That was when I first took notice of the approaching dust storm, make a run for it. “Paappa!”, I scream at the top of my lungs,the dust burning my throat. My father was at the frame of the door. Desperately trying to tell me something that I couldn’t hear. His face scrunched in horror. I grabbed his rough palm,he harshly pulled me inside. “Where is Dorothy?!”, he asked loudly but sounded like a whisper because of the dust. I could only think one thought ‘I assumed she was following me,she always follows me. What if...oh no…’ …show more content…
“I DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING WRONG!”, I was screaming at him I never screamed at him before. We stood there in silence,in shock. He throw a wet towel on my face and slammed the door, dust spreaded everywhere. I mumbled something. “What did you say?” Papa asked anaziaty in his voice, he was never nervous. Ignoring him I go to the window I see a glimpse of the raging storm before he pulls me back forcingly. The storm was destroying everything it passed. I saw a blur of pink running towards the
I didn’t know what was coming until it actually hit me. Thick. Dark. Massive. Hurling straight towards me like a huge sea of black dust. Winds exceeding any scale. Plants being ripped up from the ground. Me in a thin blue dress with a dirty apron, hair in a messy bun. Trembling. In two feet was my drafty farm house with the thinnest walls in creation to protect me. Of course I was completely oblivious about what was going to happen. The Dust Bowl. It was here in full force. Hungry for destruction. The date,late September of 1934. That’s the day my life changed possibly forever. That’s the day it hit us. Reality hit us. And this was only a glimpse from my peephole.
Five feet away. Not enough time. Me and my little sister Dorothy outside playing with our rag dolls. That was when I first took notice of the approaching dust storm, make a run for it. “Paappa!”, I scream at the top of my lungs,the dust burning my throat. My father was at the frame of the door. Desperately trying to tell me something that I couldn’t hear. His face scrunched in horror. I grabbed his rough palm,he harshly pulled me inside. “Where is Dorothy?!”, he asked loudly but sounded like a whisper because of the dust. I could only think one thought ‘I assumed she was following me,she always follows me. What if...oh no…’ …show more content…
“I DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING WRONG!”, I was screaming at him I never screamed at him before. We stood there in silence,in shock. He throw a wet towel on my face and slammed the door, dust spreaded everywhere. I mumbled something. “What did you say?” Papa asked anaziaty in his voice, he was never nervous. Ignoring him I go to the window I see a glimpse of the raging storm before he pulls me back forcingly. The storm was destroying everything it passed. I saw a blur of pink running towards the