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October 1, 2007

Tanya: Untitled

My wife holds me tightly in the darkness as my shaking slows, the visions of breaking glass and slumping bodies still burning in my mind.

The first gunman came into the office quietly, unnoticed. The other started yelling just seconds before the first began firing, startling us into looking the wrong way. Running the wrong way. Then nothing but filing cabinets blowing apart, phones disintegrating. Blood splattering in slow motion across a photo of someone’s daughter, dressed as a clown.

Twenty-eight years ago, and now I only wake myself screaming about twice a month. I’m sure my wife appreciates that.

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Comments

My entry in the Today's Tanya's Tale Title contest is 'Flashback'.

Posted by: Jim at October 1, 2007 5:46 PM · Permalink