2019, oil on canvas, 13.5 x 24 inches
There hadn’t been any wail of the early warning system. Several sudden, rhythmic shudders pulled heads up from computer screens and sent shelved books spilling to the ground. In the next instant, the people of the office were buried under thousands of pounds of building.
Some managed to survive in the pockets between the stones and beams. The shuddering and quaking never relented. For several perilous minutes, it grew to a thunderous cacophony that threatened to shake the survivors apart beneath the debris.
Instead, the rumbling ceased, and light penetrated the claustrophobic gaps alongside prodigious fingers. The carcass of the structure was heaved away, and a booming voice, nearly inaudible in its bass but distinctly feminine, declared, “I found them!”