Sandfall

Soaked to the skin, Ellie stood on the front steps to the gray and white trailer banging on the door in a panic. “C’mon, C’mon,” she whimpered to herself. She continued banging the metal door with her fist, peering through the open slats of the window until Mr. Lewis staggered down the hallway in a undershirt and his gray workpants. “Alright, Already,” he shouted, “No need to knock the house down.” Relief spread over her like a balm; here was a grown-up. “Mr. Lewis! Come quick, Teresa is trapped!” she blurted. Mr. Lewis looked through the screen at her, slow to understand. “What?” “We were playing on the cliff and sand broke and fell on us,” Ellie tried again; tears of frustration leaking onto her cheeks and into her voice. She had to make him understand. Mrs. Lewis suddenly appeared pushing him out of the way. “Where’s Teresa?” Trapped in the sssand," Ellie blubbered. The catastrophic accident was catching up with her. “Dale is trying to dig her out. She is covered in sand. She can’t breathe.” Mrs. Lewis grasped the situation immediately and started screaming. The screams galvanized her husband. He flung open the door knocking Ellie off the steps. “Where is she?” Ellie ran to the back of the lot and pointed toward the dump.

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