and shadow.
The tallest of us stopped. Hands down release
guns in the dirt
Heads lifting like hot air balloons finding stream.
shafts of sunlight bulleting silty masque of air
The taller hooded, silky velvet dull glimmering now, fell forward on knees from stopping on a dime. Others, figures emerged from large and small tunnels. Squared rocks scraped atop piles of dirt and rubble. Grimey hands thrust out of shotgun framed holes, feeling
Way up, a slope like a pirate's plank, scrambling, fish out of water wiggling back up the hill of platform, a caped person sliding backwards falling heavily, thud. The human chain clinging to each other suddenly broken into an Aframe.
Rumbling gathered like a tornado. Some of the squirming people in the human chain dangled as one side of the Aframe beneath them collapsed.
Seven minutes later dust was still settling, but wooded slats in between us all and the creamy sky were dropping pellets. Pebbles and poop.
People looked at wrists without watches.
A dog whistle was blown. The hooded broom closet people got to feet. A stone sailed low and straight into the taller one's face. It bounced willy nilly near a kid's old lady shoes. Chin jutted. Ear cocked.
Response slow someone somewhere said.
Lip smacking from under the sack hood.
Wants water, was vaants vaatewr.
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