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    #219. Smoke

    by , 09-15-2015 at 06:31 PM (608 Views)
    It's about five in the morning. The early morning sun shines onto the gravel of the parking lot, casting long shadows.

    My brother and I sitting in a car. I'm in the driver's seat, but the car is parked, and the two of us are just looking at the houses on the street over.

    There's some kind of argument, and idly, I imagine a spark near one of the houses.

    Suddenly, there's smoke billowing from the windows of the house closest to the spark. Good job, me, bringing innocent bystanders into our argument.

    I jump out of the car, shouting "Come on!"

    My brother follows me to the house. I ring the doorbell twice -- come on, come on -- and a sleepy-looking woman answers the door.

    I point out the billowing smoke, and she thanks me for my concern but tells me that's it's normal.

    ***

    Later, I'm with my mom and brother visiting someone.

    "We should get back home," I tell my mom, looking at the approaching storm.

    The thunderstorm approaches at the speed of a semi truck, the first pellets of heavy rain hitting the ground in a continuous wave.

    "Too late," says my mom, and we duck to the floor of the room (which is on the top of the house) and I'm holding up a floor mat to try to shield us both from the mud splattering into the room.

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