Flash Fiction: A Cloud of Dust

     I glance outside and see a giant cloud of dust coming towards the town. I run outside and grab my two little brothers and tell them to go down into the basement. I grab as much food and water as I can and follow them down, shutting the door behind me. Why does everything bad always have to happen when my parents are gone?

     My brothers seem scared but they quickly fall asleep. I try not to panic as I wait for the storm to pass. The rumbling finally stops after a couple of hours so I go upstairs.

     The house had turned from pretty clean to horribly messy. I don't see anyone on the streets. I don't see anyone at all. Or any houses in my neighborhood. I turn around and I don't even see my house.

     I scream but I can't even hear my own voice. I don't know what to do. I'm all alone in this land full of dust. I curl up in a ball on the ground and try not to cry.

I got this picture from http://controlled-states.co.uk/giant-dust-clouds-roll-in/