As he came to amidst the rubble, his only thoughts concerned his throbbing headache. He pressed his head into his hands in a vain attempt to dull the pain.
“Mister, are you alright?” came a voice from off in the distance.
A small girl, no more than seven years old, stood several yards away while clutching a tattered doll. Her eyes looked upon him with concern and pity, while her question went ignored.
As he stood up, he brushed the dust and debris from his clothing and staggered across the wreckage where a building once stood. The sounds of sirens were approaching, and he knew he didn’t want to get caught up in that mayhem. He had to get away from the area.
“Come on, kid,” he said reaching his hand out to the little girl. “You don’t want to be here when they arrive.”
“But what about Mommy and Daddy,” she pleaded while pointing to the crumbled building.
He looked back at the smoldering heap with a heavy sigh. He knew it would not be possible for anyone else to have survived the blast. Once again, he focused on the approaching sirens and his heart quickened. He reached down and picked up the girl, “They’ll catch up with us later.”
(to be continued…)
And now for the usual weekly stuff:
Once again, thanks to George and Glenn for the jokes. Neither of you ever visit this site, but I’m still grateful for your help.
I’m still giving away Flush Twice t-shirts. E-Mail Me with the word T-Shirt in the subject. In the body of your e-mail please include Name, Address, Shirt Size and color. Also tell us which Character(s) you would like featured and you can even include speech bubble text too! Am I crazy for making this offer? Nah. Just thought it would be kinda fun. (Offer good while supplies last, and while I still feel like doing it.)