Wind Town 1.4

             Matt ran to where she’d fallen. He could hear her yelling but couldn’t understand a word of it. Then, she rolled over and sat up like a jack-in-the-box.
            “I caught it!” she yelled. “I get to throw it!”
            Scowling, Matt tried to snatch the frisbee. He only glared when she barely jerked it out of reach, her mouth falling open in shock and outrage.
            “The wind let you catch it,” he accused pugnaciously.
            “No, it didn’t!” she shrieked.
            “It did, too!” he bellowed. “It slowed it down!”
            He could see on her face that she knew the truth but didn’t want to admit it.
            “I still caught it!” She hugged the frisbee to her with a glower that clearly said she wasn’t going to give it up without a fight.
            “You wouldn’t have-”
            The wind blasted against them with a force that ripped the words out of his mouth and flung them both back on the grass. Even then, it didn’t stop. It blew over their prone forms so hard that their clothing pulled upward painfully. Then, they began to leave the ground.
            Matt could see Sarah screaming, but he couldn’t hear her. All he could hear was the rush of wind – in a tone of anger he’d never heard before. Fighting the pull as they left the ground, he reached for her hand. No matter how hard he fought the pressure, he couldn’t get any closer. He watched helplessly as she began to lift higher and move away. She was crying. For the first time since she was a baby, he could see fear on her face.
            “I’m sorry!” he yelled desperately. “I’m sorry!”

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