Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Sang Soprano

Driving to the gym. Middle of a thunderstorm.  Traffic at a glacial pace. Thirty feet of visibility.And a sun-bright peal of lightning detonates on the other side of my passenger seat. The shockwave bouncing off the door. And my lungs. Ghostly phosphenes fills half the world. Everything layered in white. And I sang soprano during that unexpected instant of pure panic. A teen-age horror show scream. As traffic rolled past, unaware.

I think a stray bolt struck a road-side light pole. Afterwards, my face felt sunburned.

Hours later, my brief brush with lightning still lingers, Like the leftovers from an old slap.
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