The horrific blasting sound jolted me wide awake in
seconds. My eyes struggled to focus in the darkness of the small, simple, white
room on the second floor of the apartment. In the twin bed against the wall, I
wondered how a noise in my dreams could have had such an effect. I shrugged it
off sleepily, desiring to find sound sleep back in the rack beneath the
covers.
While attempting my reentry into dreamland, I began hearing jumbled sounds of
people outside my door. I perked up and listened intently, trying to hear what
was being said. When I heard the word, FIRE! I reacted. It started
with a burst of motion starting with my feet hitting the floor, blue jeans
zipped around my waist, shirt flung over my head, boots shoved onto my feet and
my hand on the door knob, all in a matter of seconds! I fumbled for the lock and
once found, stumbled into the hallway. Chaos surrounded me. I got up so
fast that my blood rushed to my head causing dizziness. Feeling faint, I leaned
against the wall, wondered if my time was up.
At the bottom of the stairway a twisted pile of broken, splintered wood,
blocked our path. The front, once enclosed by a metal entrance door and two-car
garage door, and separated by a brick partition, was now fully exposed to the
street. A gaping hole across the building front opened to the gathering
Colombian crowd in the glass-shattered streets staring at the carnage before
them. A young American girl, maybe 13 or 14, stood in terror, her wide blue eyes
piercing through her strands of hair, gazed at the carnage before her. She
clutched a blanket and pillow and seemed to be in shock.
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seconds. My eyes struggled to focus in the darkness of the small, simple, white
room on the second floor of the apartment. In the twin bed against the wall, I
wondered how a noise in my dreams could have had such an effect. I shrugged it
off sleepily, desiring to find sound sleep back in the rack beneath the
covers.
While attempting my reentry into dreamland, I began hearing jumbled sounds of
people outside my door. I perked up and listened intently, trying to hear what
was being said. When I heard the word, FIRE! I reacted. It started
with a burst of motion starting with my feet hitting the floor, blue jeans
zipped around my waist, shirt flung over my head, boots shoved onto my feet and
my hand on the door knob, all in a matter of seconds! I fumbled for the lock and
once found, stumbled into the hallway. Chaos surrounded me. I got up so
fast that my blood rushed to my head causing dizziness. Feeling faint, I leaned
against the wall, wondered if my time was up.
At the bottom of the stairway a twisted pile of broken, splintered wood,
blocked our path. The front, once enclosed by a metal entrance door and two-car
garage door, and separated by a brick partition, was now fully exposed to the
street. A gaping hole across the building front opened to the gathering
Colombian crowd in the glass-shattered streets staring at the carnage before
them. A young American girl, maybe 13 or 14, stood in terror, her wide blue eyes
piercing through her strands of hair, gazed at the carnage before her. She
clutched a blanket and pillow and seemed to be in shock.
Read full story: http://www.amazon.com/Stone-Sling-Soldiers-Journey-ebook/dp/B005A981GG