Swirling sand
Whirling through the air.
Windows pummeled by itsy bitsy flying rock.
Pings - small rocks thrown hitting glass.
Engulfed in a curtain of sand
Metal – sand blasted.
White knuckles grip the wheel
The car rocks
The air rumbles and grumbles
The dull roar becomes louder
Suddenly metal screams
It tears and twists
Careening into other metal.
Twisting, twirling,
Limbs fly,
Darkness descends
A vortex of flying sand swirls
Sand drops.
Now silent, and still
Cars sit crumpled and twisted.
Outside
The metal debris -
Broken bodies lay twisted.
