[Oxrun Station] Dialing The Wind - Plot & Excerpts
Wires hummed and clotheslines stiffened; lampposts vibrated and window glass turned brittle; an automobile turning onto Mainland Road was caught in a broadside that slammed it close to a ditch. And when the explosion was over, the wind remained, weaker now and weakening. It slapped a heavy branch against the bedroom window of a house on Thorn Road-the sound of a whip, the scrape of glass against rough glass-and left a leaf behind, caught on the upper pane. A lawn chair toppled on the back porch and was pushed against the wall; a hillock of mown grass in the front yard stripped itself from the top like foam off a wave, spilling in the gutter, the dried browning blades scattering over the tarmac; a pink rubber ball was chased down the driveway and into the street where a passing automobile crushed it without a sound and passed on. A draft slid under a partially open sash and rattled the shower curtain on its rod, ruffled a bathtowel, slipped under a tissue and nudged it toward the sink.
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