A GUST of wind slipped through the paneless frame and tossed dust into my face. I coughed, spat, then looked up at the sky-splattered roof. "Bad storm last week," I thought aloud. "Really took the shingles."
"And a Few Nails,"
Sketch: Vol. 35
, Article 7.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol35/iss2/7