That cup sits in the same place where I put it two days ago, yet I can’t move it. I had pulled it down for my coffee when I heard the noise outside. I live at a crossroads in my neighborhood that is close to the fire station. It didn’t occur to me at the moment that the sirens were unusually close. I sat that cup down and peeked through the kitchen blinds, not expecting to see anything.
I had no idea how fast I could move.
There she was, having never left the drive. Slumped.
Will I ever be the same? How could this be? My empty cup.