Martha let her eyes scan the room in contentment. The day had been productive, the house never cleaner. It would be a great party.
Noticing something, her smile turned to a frown. As she stood there the house rapidly grew perceptibly darker.
Martha moved into the kitchen with its large westward facing windows. A dark, swirling wall was on the horizon. She watched in disbelief as the Morgan farm was swallowed by the monstrous dust cloud. It would only be a moment longer. The row of cleaning products, organized by type, seemed pitifully puny in comparison to the approaching dark.
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