... an earth-shaking roar in the distance grew louder.
And louder still. The only other sound every man, woman,
and child in the town could hear was his or her own heart.
Instinctively, each know the time of their passing had come.
A living, seething, tumbling mountain of debris headed for
them. It toppled trees, houses, and buildings like so many
dominoes. Friends, animals, the spring-sprouted blades of
grass, all life itself, disappeared into the churn.
Nothing was spared.