Chapter 52

“Eve, don't open your eyes,” Jenna shouted at the older woman. She hoped this assault wouldn't last long; it arrived in the form of an advancing surface of sand and debris, which may be miles wide and several thousand feet high. It blows with little warning, making venturing conditions hazardous. Blinding them, and the choking dust was reduced to their vision. Sandstorms last only a few minutes, but this was a different storm altogether. They could barely breathe, and they snuggled together. They prepared to die. But as suddenly as it began, the storm stopped. It crossed over them. They coughed, sputtered, and panned out the dust and dirt from their clothes. “Eve, are you okay?” She asked again as Eve looked around. “Shit!” Eve grumbled under her breath. The storm had not actually passed them by. It was now all around them. They stood on a swirling surface and circled the mayhem like an enormous corral.

"This is probably the eye of the storm," exclaimed Jenna. She had heard of such a