Sunday, January 8, 2012
38 Seconds and More
Time ticked away. It was still early, but you could feel that everyone was counting down the hours. The family did some last minute grocery shopping for missing key ingredients for the feast being prepared, and everyone in the mall was in a rush.
The minutes ticked away, and I could hear the ticking everywhere. It was in my cousin's tapping of the steering wheel, as we rushed home from a trip to the convenient store for more alcohol. It was in the regularity of the passing lights, or even in my own breathing.
The seconds ticked away, then everyone started counting out loud. Five, four, three, two, one, then everything erupted into chaos. The noise, bright lights, and smoke immediately consumed everything. In spite of the din of fireworks, I could still hear the incessant ticking.
"Happy New Year!" I texted to my hubby. "Will be home in 7 days, 8 hours, and 38 seconds..."
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