Toxic Thursday

The sirens roared loud and fast, these were no noon sirens. Something was wrong. I had recalled from school that these sirens were the “Get indoors pretty damn quick if you value your life” warnings. Eric and I just stood there looking at each other as the tennis ball bounced into the adjacent court. The courts were empty except for us two and the birds resting on the top of the fencing enclosure. “What the hell?” Eric shouted as I just stood there, motionless. I dropped my racket and ran out of the courts, Eric followed. We sprinted down Old Pine Street about a half mile until we got to the bridge. Gasping for breath I managed to mutter “Eric, my house?”. Eric, equally exhausted, agreed and we continued to sprint up the road. This is where 3 years of Track and Cross Country actually became useful. Before I knew it we were in front of my apartment complex darting for the door. I ripped open the screen door, and then grabbed the handle to the big front door. Before I could turn the dented handle, my mother opened the door grabbing me by the shoulder stretching my old tee shirt and yanking me inside. These times were tough, darting conflicts with Siberia roared everday of the week, and we had fianlly been attacked. Eric, my mother and I stormed up the stairs and I managed to catch a glimpse of a tear on her face. I was worried, i felt nausious and all I wanted was swiss cakes and Seinfeld. My mother, now seemingly calm, opened the cypress door with one small hole and we stepped into my house. Jim, my little brother, clad in underwear and socks with one sauce pan cap grabbed my capris, dragging me to the nearest televison in the kitchen, Eric closely followed. FOX news was on, thats what we watched in my family. They were not fair and balenced, they leaned republican as did we. The African reporter was shuffling through papers and loosing her “camera cool” began to whale about a micro bomb in a seaside town in Maine being detonated. My mother began cursing the Serbian country, but I knew this was no foreign attack.

Toxic Thursday

RunForFun

Joined September 2008

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