The wind blew through the cracks
and crevasses of Jose’s drafty windows. It
sounded like a dismal and out of tune harmonica playing a funeral dirge for
some fallen tyrant. It hummed high to low, dissonant and cruel. The sound was
flat and harsh, rough and jarring and woke Jose quite successfully from a deep
sleep.
Sleep had overtaken Jose and he
had nodded off on his couch the night before, television on, living room lights
still on. He was powerless to resist the lure of the Sandman. Yet he’d gotten
his full six hours of sleep. He was up before his alarm clocks yet there was
still an irritating noise that roused him. The wind played its flat music
through the drafty windows as Jose sat up and rubbed the sleep off his face.
He looked up at the still
blaring TV, some infomercial about how to have fantastic Abs with little or no
work as recommended by “Doctor” Sharma Gulligenesh. Staple of late night/early
morning infomercial quackery, Jose had seen “Doctor” Sharma several times in
various other “health product” infomercials. This time the good Doctor was extolling the
virtues of electrical back stimulation for use on a person’s trouble body
areas. He was demonstrating this
technique on an attractive blonde who probably didn’t have a problem area on
her whole body.
“I bet her personal life is a
mess though,” said Jose to the TV.
He shook his head at “Doctor”
Sharma’s smiling face and started feeling around for the remote control. Jose
found the remote on the floor. He likely brushed it to the floor while
sleeping. He flipped the channel over to the morning news to find out why his
apartment was being played like a pan flute by the wind. He was lucky enough to catch the well-respected
morning news meteorologist just getting into the Wind Advisory Alert.
“Winds will be gusting up to 70
miles per hour throughout the day with the possibility of even higher speeds,”
said the TV weather guy, “We recommend caution if you have to venture out today
as these high winds can be very dangerous.”
Jose stood up from the couch and
went to his leaky, musically disinclined windows and looked out. The trees were
bent in the strong wind and there were swirling tornadoes of trash twisting
through the streets and lawns. Jose shook his head at the amount of litter
strewn about. He wondered where all the anti-littering campaigns had gone. The
world seemed a great deal dirtier than he remembered.
The wind howled through the
leaks around the window trim and blew the hair back from Jose’s face. He took a
step back from the windows. He wasn’t afraid but he was cautious. He turned
back to the TV to see other live footage of exterior camera views of various
locations around the city where the wind was churning and battering buildings.
The new casters continued with the regular news of the day.
There were overnight shootings
and murders, fires and riots, all the normal things you become nearly immune to
after living in the city. All the constant attention to the worst of us can
desensitize a person. Jose hardly gave all the hell going on much more than
just a passing thought. And that thought was simply a monosyllabic, “Hm.”
Jose looked at his alarm clock
and realized he had been woken up ten full minutes before he was supposed to.
It was actually sort of a comfort since he had such a hard time avoiding the
snooze button when he was actually in bed. There was something about sleeping
on the couch that seemed wrong so getting up off it in the morning didn’t seem
so hard. It was almost a pleasure.
Jose shut his alarm clock off so
it wouldn’t start beeping. He turned back to the TV. It had suddenly gone dark.
He figured the wind was causing some interference. He started to get himself
ready for work. His cell phone started
to buzz with weather warnings and alerts. He gave the messages a cursory glance
but didn’t really pay any attention. He went to his bedroom and looked at his
still made bed. He wanted to crawl under the covers and just go right back to
sleep. It was a perfect day to do it too. The sky was gray and the wind was
chilly.
A beeping started. Jose looked
at his alarm clock quite certain that he had turned it off. It wasn’t the alarm
clock. His TV started flashing the Emergency Warning System Alerts. An
automated voice started repeating a message of imminent danger for the city
area and to seek shelter immediately. Jose was in his underwear standing in his
bedroom, listening to the EWS and barely conscience of the rumble growing in
the distance. He thought he should
probably put some pants on.
His building started to shake. A
mirror fell off the wall and shattered on the ground. The TV turned to static;
the clocks started blinking 12:00. Jose could hear a terrible sound, far worse
than the musically challenged wind through his windows, it sounded like a tearing,
like something was being ripped in half with chainsaws and jackhammers, or torn
apart by wild beasts. Jose dropped to
his bedroom floor and covered his head with his hands.
Lightening flashed outside and
the building rattled. Jose could feel a vibration through the hardwood floor.
The floor actually felt alive and was slightly rolling. Jose got to his feet
and staggered amid the movement and noise. He got to the window in time to see
a pillar of fire spinning down from the clouds and blasting the ground just a
few blocks from his apartment. Jose was thrown back toward his couch as the
blast struck the building. His windows burst and molten steel heat poured into
Jose’s apartment building. Jose’s couch caught fire and the once leaky window
frames were now just molten twisted shards.
Jose turned to run but there was
nowhere to run to. He’d gone into survival mode, scrambling toward the door to
his apartment, trying to turn the handle that was too hot to touch. Jose
realized his hair was on fire and he tried to bat it out. His lungs scorched.
He fell to the floor.
The building shuddered against
the heat of heavenly wrath. The pillar of fire continued to twist down the
street, melting the asphalt ahead, leaving nothing by charred ruins behind. The
winds whipped smoldering ash into great clouds. All was silent but the wind.
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