By Cathy Caudill
The earth shuddered.
Alice had been crossing the room, a hot mug of herbal tea in hand, when she found herself tossed off her feet. She felt as if she had stepped onto a carnival ride with nothing to strap her down.
Ceramic shattering on hardwood floors. Hot tea splattering her jeans.
On her knees now, she gazed at her ceiling, wondering and waiting. She thought that her house might split into two, breaking in half as easily as one might break a cracker.
She crawled underneath her coffee-table, dodging the shards of her fallen mug, and waited.
“How is this happening?” she marveled. “I live nowhere near a fault line!”
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