Fork in the Road
When dirt fell from the sky 1935 The big cloud overhead looked threatening. Frances tugged at her father’s sleeve. “Papa, Papa, look at that!” she said, pointing. Her father put down his hoe and gazed up at the sky, worried. “That’s not rain! Oh no! Another dust storm is coming!” Quickly, the family sprang into
Michal Frischman
Fork in the Road
When dirt fell from the sky 1935 The big cloud overhead looked threatening. Frances tugged at her father’s sleeve. “Papa, Papa, look at that!” she said, pointing. Her father put down his hoe and gazed up at the sky, worried. “That’s not rain! Oh no! Another dust storm is coming!” Quickly, the family sprang into
Rivki Rabinowitz
