What the Wind Blew In
Gusty Gulch was named, well, because it was in a gulch and it was always windy. You can’t go up there and expect to have a good hair day – ever. Every day would start out the same, with a light southern breeze, then pick up by lunch, and by dinner the winds would howl through what few trees there were. Most of the town’s trees blew away during the storm of ’18.
Lizzy sat at the window and watched as the evening wind brought life into her quiet street. First there were a few birds that decided it would be best to cling to the ground rather than try to fly in that mess. Then came the tumbleweeds that blew in off the plateau. She chuckled remembering the time they decided to have a tumbleweed convention at her school – the school was closed for three days while the Gusty Gulch Fire Department cleaned it up.
Suddenly, she squinted her eyes and pressed her nose against the window. It can’t be, she thought. “Nah. Is it?”
“Is it what, dear?” her mother asked from the kitchen where she was busy drying the supper dishes.
Lizzy gasped and covered her mouth as another one appeared…then another. “Mom! Come look at this quick! You’ll never believe what just blew in!”
Her mother set the pot down and walked toward Lizzy wiping her hands with the drying towel. “What is it — OH GOOD LORD! Marv! MARV! Come look at this!”
To Be Continued
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