Dust devils

Dozens of dust devils began to spin across a large city park crowded with women and children. Rock chose the park as a shortcut from where his car had broken down a few minutes earlier, and shortly after he began his trek toward help, he found a broken pen in a front pocket of his khaki slacks. Ink flowed from it, and it had spread on his hands, arms, and face, and now dust blown up from the barren grounds around him stuck in the ink.
Rock paused to smear the now-black grit on his hands as the women and children looked toward him through the wind-tossed dust.