Little Jacob took cover under his Blankey to hide from the scary noise.
“Dad?” he squeaked out.
A massive boom and crackle forced him to put his hands over his little ears.
‘Just a bad dream. Mom says they can hurt me,’ he thought.
His eyes began to burn and water. Was something on fire?
He left Blankey’s protection and crawled on his knees to see if the door was hot.
He dropped to the floor at the sound again and wept.
Jacob heard Mommy’s muffled voice, “Go sleep downstairs, that is disgusting. No more chili night.”
Danny Machal July 18th, 2009