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Friday Flash: Dust Rider Chosen

I decided to write a part two to last week’s flash: Dust Devil. I have never actually posted a part two before for any flash. This is a first for me.

She twitched away the curtain’s edge and peeked outside. The dust devil, a long, sensuous gray line, circled their farm, its tail trailing behind like a big fluffy feather.

The children crowded around her to look, whispering, giggling. She didn’t bother to shush them.

Her parents stood on the front lawn, calm, waiting. The dust devil circled and circled, coiling itself like a snake in a basket. It came down head first, than extended long, thin legs and it was on the ground.

The dust devil’s rider dismounted with a thump. A man, with tall boots and leather pants and riding jacket. Silky straight hair brushed his shoulders.

“The oracle tells a potential rider lives here,” he announced. “A girl, called -” He consulted a scrap of a paper pulled from a jacket pocket. “-Gazelle Root.”

No! She couldn’t be a dust rider.

Her younger sister touches her, hands dirty from playing in the mud, staring at her with shock.

She would just have to refuse. She wasn’t going to leave the farm, her parents, everyone, and they couldn’t make her go.