Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The spurs of a moment are sharp and hooked

You are there when it happens, although you do not realize it at the time. All you know is that you are trying to get to the stop before the bus pulls away, when suddenly from behind you there is a sound like every door in the city being slammed at the same time. You are stunned by it, and worse, caught in midstep. You come down on your foot wrong, and twist your ankle.

As your leg buckles under you and the ground rises up, your first thought is that there is no way you will be able to make the bus now, and the last is that the sky looks far, far too red.

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