Saturday, September 11, 2010
Saturday Centus #19/ Remembering
The boys’ rooms leaked silence since they were back at college. Hubby had lumbered off to work, and I packed my bag dreading another teaching day. This year’s student crop was lazy and spoiled; already I tired of pushing sentence structure and literature into fallow minds. I glanced at the television screen. A horror flick? Then I turned up the sound. My blood turned to ice while the ordinariness of my days fell away like a husk on a dead bug. I felt stripped, naked, and alone in a mean world of terror. I stood frozen in front of the flickering images on my TV.