The House
Tonight our house shook from an explosion of grand proportion.
Smoke.
Ash.
Cinder.
A plume of black filled the sunset sky.
No one knew what happened.
We ran outside…
and for one moment I felt that same gnawing fear.
What exploded?
Where?
Why?
Were we under attack locally?
Neighbors on their lawns all watching, and waiting for the next shoe to drop.
A call to the police,
No attack.
Prayers for the house that was no more.
Prayers for the people in the house.
Prayers for those who saw the explosion.
Joy that our neighbor on the road was safe.
That all the neighbors were safe
We could breathe again.
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Sue Cook lives in Freeport, Illinois with her husband Randy and two dogs. Her passions include assistance dogs, rescue dogs, music, acting, theater, poetry, and Doctor Who. She’s been in both film and theater and is a regular cast member of the podcast Doctor Who’s Line is it….Anyway? Sue is an advocate for the use of Service Dogs to assist their disabled handlers to maintain their independence. Quigley’s Quest, her first children’s book, addresses how a dog becomes a Service Dog.
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