9am, Picher Oklahoma in the year 1935. As I was plowing the dirt in the field, I heard the grass rustling. I stopped my work and looked around for my father who had been working only 15 feet away from me. I wipe the dirt from my hands and face onto my plaid shirt and jeans. I look down at my boots then to the grass again. I see a rabbit pop out of the grass near me. I pick up my shovel and slam it against the ground near the small rabbit. I looked around as I started hearing wind whirring near me. I looked off into the distance and saw it. A 7,000 foot high dust storm coming right at me. I hold my hat onto my head and run to the house. The house was at least a mile away from where I had been working.
As I run I scream for my father “Papa!” I continuously yell as I get closer to the house. The house is 2 stories high and is old, wood on the outside is rotten and warped on the bottom, the room is a sun-bleached brown. The house is old and weak. I breathe heavily as I run, I jump onto the porch of the house and look around for my dad. No sight of him. I run into the house and yell for my mother “Mom! The storm! Its back!” She rushes in with worry and begins to wet cloth and stuffs them in the windows, wids cracks of the house and around the doors. “Where’s your father Mary?” She asks as she hands me a wet cloth. …show more content…
The dust storm is still thrashing around the house. I had fallen asleep. Father is outside. He’s laying on the ground, his face covered with dirt like the rest of his body. I look at the door which is open just a small creek. Mother is laying next to the door, her skin looks dry, like she had been in the desert for weeks. I realize they are both dead. I pause and look outside again. I run the the kitchen and grab a string. I put it around my head so the cloth would stay on my face. I went to the door and slammed it shut, I put the cloth around the door again and went back to the couch. I hid behind it and