The Disaster
Posted by: clean-hewmor <clean-hewmor@...>
"Oh, No!" he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before him. Never in his
nearly 40 years of life had he seen anything like it. How anyone could have
survived he did not know. He could only hope that somewhere amid the
overwhelming destruction he would find his 8-year-old daughter. Only the slim
hope of finding Melody kept him from turning and fleeing the scene. He took a
deep breath and proceeded. Walking was virtually impossible with so many things
strewn across his path. He moved ahead slowly. "Melody! Melody!" he whispered
to himself. He tripped and almost fell several times. He heard someone, or
something, move. At least he thought he did. Perhaps, he was just hoping he
did. He shook his head and felt his gut tighten. He couldn't understand how
this could have happened. There was some light but not enough to see very
much. Something cold and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away. In
desperation, he took another step then cried out, "Melody!" From a nearby pile
of unidentified material, he heard his daughter, "Yes, Dad," she said, in a
voice so weak it could hardly be heard. "It's time to get up and get ready for
school," the man sighed, "and, for heaven's sake, clean up this room."