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Safe Under Ominous Skies

Elaine Mansfield

My small soft hand curls inside his calloused farmer’s hand. He keeps an eye on the sky and holds my hand with a strong grip as though he’s afraid I’ll disappear. When the swirling wind blows harder, an eerie howl quickens our steps before we find shelter in my parent’s garage. He points out dark clouds in the distance.

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