Jared was driving his old Mustang from high school, tooling along Pass-A-Grille beach, windows down, R.E.M. loud on the tape deck, enjoying the sea breeze, downshifting and ripping the engine loud, louder, too loud, and now it was a train, booming and rattling beneath him, the train engine screamed in his ear, huge, tearing through him, he covered his ears, too loud…
He woke just as one end of the trailer was lifted and wrenched sideways. His bed skidded down the incline and slammed into the far wall; paneling snapped and he felt chunks of it pebble his face. The train still roared, and then he realized it wasn’t a train, it was wind, terrifying wind, too much of it, and he instinctively covered his head.
Oh my God, the cats.
The wind still tore at the trailer. The walls vibrated, looki
