For three days now, the Santa Ana winds have rocked Petal La Fontaine’s small travel trailer. Just an hour ago, a strong gust shook her trailer so hard Petal thought it would break away from its wooden foundation and roll free. Last night a strong gust tore her screen door from its hinges and sent it flying into a long overdue and rusted demise. The sand, omni present and hot in the blazing Riverside sun, blasts the white paint from the trailers aluminum frame and blows in through the cat door Petal had cut into the wall; the persistent flapping of its little plastic cover reminds Petal that Sammy, the last of her four cats, has been missing since the winds started. Last night, just after the screen door broke free, Petal heard a pack of coyotes calling to the moon and now in remembering this, she begins to worry.
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