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Dust Devil Dimensions

by Robert Taylor about a year ago in fantasy
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Chapter 2 - Twice Turned Around

Chapter 2 - Twice Turned Around

Chapter 2 – Twice turned around

After I turned the car around, we drove carefully back the way we had come, keeping our eyes peeled for any sign of dust devils. The road was full of rocks, holes, the occasional branch and uneven. It went up and down, jogged to the side, and back again. I really had to go slow and watch every foot of the road ahead.

Shirley was a big help. “Harry!” she would scream. “Watch out for the rock!” Rocks were everywhere. I tried my best to ignore her wifely screams and keep my eyes on the road.

“Wait a minute, Harry! Is that the dust devil over there?” She pointed out the window on my side, her hand right in front of my face.

“Shirl, I can’t see.”

“If I move my hand, you won’t see where I am pointing.”

I put on the brake and stopped the car. There was no other traffic on the horse track we were on.

I looked out the window and agreed, “Yes, that does look like the little dust devil. Is it coming this way? If it crosses the road, maybe we can drive into it. But if we do, how will we know where we will come out?”

“It is coming this way. Look. It seems to be coming right at us. What should we do?”

“Well now, we can either stay right here and see what happens or we can drive on. If we do, maybe it will follow us. If it does, and the car goes into the dust cloud, we don’t know if we will go back to the highway that we were on before we entered it the first time; whether it will just pass around us and leave us where we are, or if it will take us somewhere else.”

“What should we do, Harry? I’m getting scared.”

“Relax, Shirl. I don’t think it is going to hurt us. Let me think, okay?” It was definitely heading this way. I watched as it got closer and closer and decided to just let it go over and around us and see what happened.

“I’m just going to stay right here and let it pass.”

“Are you sure that is the right thing to do?”

“Frankly, no I am not. But we must decide quickly. The road ahead of us looks just the same as the one in front of us. That dust devil put us here and it can dang well get us out of here.”

“Well, if that’s what you want to do, fine.”

“Yeah, it is, Shirl,” I said.

The dust devil got closer and closer. We could feel the whirling of the strange dust creature as it spun around. The car began to shake as it approached. Suddenly, it as right on top of the car and all around it.

Shirley screamed and she put her hand on the dashboard as the car rocked back and forth. For a minute it even lifted the car completely off the ground. It turned the car around so that it was facing back the way we had just come. Then, it was gone. We both relaxed.

“You don’t happen to have a flask of bourbon in your purse, do you, Shirl?”

“You know very well I don’t drink, Harry. You don’t either.”

“No, I don’t” I answered, “but I am wondering if maybe I should. I sure could use a drink of something right about now to settle my nerves.”

“Here, chew on a stick of this gum.”

“Thanks, but somehow that is not quite the same.”

Thinking out loud, I said, “I wonder if it as an accident.”

“What are you talking about now, Harry?”

“I mean the swirling dust devil just picked the car up with us in it and turned it around. It was as though it wants us to go the other way.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. A storm is just a storm. It can’t tell anybody what to do.”

“Normally, I would agree with you, Shirley. But this time, I think that dust devil, storm, or whatever you want to call it wants us to continue this way for some reason. Don’t ask me why, but I just have a feeling we are not going to get to Billy and Joanne’s in time for lunch.”

“This is all your fault, you know.”

“Why is it my fault? What did I do? I was just driving along the highway and the dust devil was there at the crossing.”

“It’s your fault because you were driving, and you should have done something else.”

“Well then, I am going to do something different now. I am going to keep on going the way that dust devil wants us to go and see where we get to.”

“Well go ahead then but I don’t like doing anything a devil tells me to do. Don’t blame me if we get lost.”

“I don’t think we can get any more lost than we are now, Honey. Let’s just see where this leads to, okay.”

Reluctantly, Shirley sat with a frown on her brow and her arms crossed.

The road seems to be getting worse and finally just stopped. I put on the brakes rather than drive straight up a hill where there was no road and a large, menacing rock halfway up.

“Look where you’ve taken us now. The middle of nowhere.”

Harry got out of the car. “You stay there. I am going to relieve the pressure on my kidneys,” I called out as I walked off into some tall grass and stood behind a tree.

“That’s better,” I said. “Now then, I wonder where we are. I am going to climb up the hill and look around.”

“You do that. See if you can find a proper toilet while you’re up there, Harry.”

I made my way through the tall grass and was puffing and panting by the time I reached the top. I had to stand, stooped over, with my hands on my knees until I caught his breath. I must get back to doing my daily exercises soon.

Then I straightened up and gasped at what I saw on the other side of the hill.

Watch for Chapter 3 coming soon…

©April 2021 Robert W. F. Taylor

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