The Saharan dust rose in the elephant’s wake, and settled back to earth. Nothing else moved. A bird called from a distant tree breaking the stillness of the African morning. At the sound of the call, a tiny blue butterfly, no bigger than a coin, flittered from a dry leaf.
Two months passed.
An ocean away a storm brewed in the Gulf of Mexico and forecasters warned residents of New Orleans that this could be the “big one.”
It was night in the Big Easy, and Guy Noir …
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