2026-01-11 Freewrite

When the white subsided, the sound came before the sight. What Evan heard was loud, rushing, wind and screaming and then he felt the uncaring earth against his shoulder as he clamored and rolled. He felt a pair of legs tangled in his own, heard the thin high scream of the younger kids hitting the ground too. When he looked up, he saw the coal-black plume at the head of a huge cargo train, and he saw the bodies trickling through the side of the train-car and he saw Quinn’s eyes wide in recognition as she rolled in the dirt some thirty yards down the tracks.

The cuts in his arm were shallow. The train was the slow, lumbering type, and after a hard landing against the sun-hot gravel, they had all rolled into the thick grasses that spread into the horizon.

Luna was the last to come through, and as she fell the end of the line came into view and began to recede against the pure-blue sky.