Quick as a dinner prayer, the water arrived to the front porch, its choppy waves crashing upon the old steps with reckless abandon. Ellen's eyes widened as she held tightly on to Baby May. Charles pushed the blankets against the door as hard as he could. Even if the water didn't get them, the wind might. It seemed as though a freight train were roaring across the roof.
“Get away from there,” Charles ordered. “Now!”
Benjamin turned from the trembling window and watched in fright as the thin wooden walls contracted around them like a pair of lungs fighting not to collapse.
- Excerpt from The Children of Mossy Hollow