Once the police learned I was conscious, of course they had questions, mostly about, “Why were you there? What were you looking for? Did you find an explosive device?” The idiots kept asking that same set of questions, endlessly, like some robocall message on an answering machine that repeated all day, every day.
“She had a feeling.” I kept explaining that. They kept ignoring that.
After an hour of answering the same questions over and over again, they finally shut up. That’s when Deborah spoke, “You guys don’t know what happened, do you.”
“A building got bombed. You two were inside. Maybe you set the bomb up, and didn’t make it out.”
I’d have laughed, but laughing hurt too much right then.
She’d laughed in their faces. “It wasn’t a bomb.” She nodded to me. It was my turn to speak.
“It was a wall of air. Crushed the entire front of the building. No damage to anything around it. Just the building.”
“Explain to us how that works. Can you give me an example?”
“Works like crushing a can with your foot.”
“Seriously? Crushing a building with air?”
Everybody looked at Deborah. They knew she felt things, sensed things, they couldn’t. I did what I always did. Protected her. “Yeah. Air. Probably used an electromagnetic field to make it.”
They left, with the always expected, “We’ll be watching you. Don’t leave town.”
“I see they’re as silly as they always have been.”
Deborah nodded, “Some things never change.”
It’s Week 459 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. And I have no clue what the heck is writing itself. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up every week.