If the main part of story has nothing to do with Vermont, describing it is pointless. "cloaking the inevitable" makes no sense. At the time, we already know she's been hit. It's not inevitable anymore. It already happened. It's not inescapable because the situation has concluded. The amount of foreshadowing is entirely unnecessary. We already knew she was going to be hit because it was blatantly obvious.
"Joe now aware of the awful sight before his eyes locks up all sixteen wheels, cranking the steering wheel away from the small frame that stares up at him like a deer in the headlights. As the sixteen ton mass comes to a sliding stop, gravel and dirt shoot up from everywhere, confusing the awful sight, and cloaking the inevitable."
Nowhere does it say she is hit, it just is setting you up.
OK, now I will post another few paragraphs so it makes a little more sense, hopefully.
This is very rough and broken, but you get the idea.
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In this mass of confusion a peculiar sound erupts from the flinging gravel and dust, the unique sound of steel on steel, a high pitch squeal, and then a train whistle! All goes silent. The cloak of dust slowly dissipates. As the dust and gravel meet their final resting place, one is soon to realize that life will never be the same from this moment forth. The world before this cloak of dust will be much different from the world one now will face. Change has taken place, and what unfortunately looks to be for the worse.
The veil now gone, one still remains confused. The logging truck is gone, replaced with an old steam powered train.
Describe massive train – compare to a large monster or what not.
Caitlin finds herself on the ground and her dull red ball a distance off to the side of the road. Standing to her feet, she dusts herself off, and to her surprise and shock she is wearing that special dress she always dreamed of having, with those shoes that were made specifically to match that dress. Yet this time is different, it isn’t a dream, and Caitlin realizes that this is real. Caitlin is in complete shock and awe, and to the onlooker one sees she is glowing in a glorified appearance. Where she once appeared pale, she is now full of life and color. In this state oblivious to what just happened, oblivious to the steam-locomotive only fifteen or so feet from her, she is caught off guard.
“What are you waiting for? Climb aboard!” From the door of a passenger car, a young boy dressed as a train operator yells down to Caitlin, snapping her out of herself absorbed trance. Caitlin still in a daze stands there, almost as if she is looking through the boy, not fully acknowledging him with her eyes, “Climb aboard” she echo’s to herself, trying to place in her mind what is going on; still attempting to take in what all has happened; as one naturally would in such an unfamiliar situation. The boy not a day older than 15 is scrawny for his age, and smaller than Caitlin who isn’t but half a year younger than he. Standing impatiently the boy on the train again snaps Caitlin out her trance, “Well .. . . .” Caitlin looks the boy in the eyes acknowledging him, then her eyes scan the train in front of her, and then looking back at the boy responds, “I’ll have to ask my . ..’ As Caitlin responds she turns around to ask her parents for permission, “Hey, where’d they go?!” To Caitlin’s shock, there is nothing but a field where her home was, and butterflies dancing around in the air where her parents once stood. A soft breeze rolls over the grass in the field, further confirming the absence of everything that once was.
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What I have done is I have taken you the reader, set you up in a setting long enough that you have become use to it and perhaps comfortable, and then wham bam I have shifted the whole setting in a few words time, thus doing to you the reader what has happened to our character. Or at least that is one part of what I was
trying to do.