Jun 01, 2006 10:32
The airplane left a smoke trail in the shape of the roofs of many tents, tipis, shacks, and a few palaces, side by side. They were red purple and gold,mostly, and before they evaporated in to swirling clouds of smoke, my backyard and neighborhood looked kind of like Morocco... I think.. From the smokey clouds came a tremendous thunderstorm, and with the first strike of lightning, the televisions became possesed by the evils of some foreign Country, because nothing else was on other than a repeat of a coloured man riding this crazy alligator that must have been partailly engine driven, because i have never seen a gator move like that. Then my mom moved in the same fashion abruptly down the stairs into the basement where the rest of the family was hiding from the horrible storm. She was led by a man with a gun, who was of the same nationality as the man riding the gator.
At the crack of thunder mom exploded into black blood and guts, and just like that it had begun, the war is here.