May 19, 2010 23:36
The train explodes.
They’re dead-your mother; your sister.
A terrorist bombing, your father explains; the world as you know it ends.
Your father’s embrace suffocates.
Eyes shut. Fists clenched. Body stiff. You twist away. Escape.
And run.
As fast as you can.
No direction. No thought. No feeling.
Just running.
You end up at the plaza. See the rock. Wade into the pool. Anchor yourself. No matter that people hush and point fingers at a crazy boy.
The water rains down upon you. Eyes shut. Head back. Mouth open. You want to drown.
But you don’t.
Finally you scream.
~finis~
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