Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Don't burn, baby, don't burn.

A line of guys on ATV drives down a grassy hill and into a stream. It looks like they’re preppy kids in a suburb. Then one of them stands up while driving and throws something into the backyard of a large home. The house blows up. Suddenly I am standing in the foyer of a sorority house and the back of the house is on fire. I step onto the porch and see several other fraternity and sorority houses up and down the street are also burning. Flames leap from the windows. I am paralyzed with fear. I know I should go report the guys or more important run and knock on doors warning people about the fire. But I am stuck in place. I don’t want to leave Brooke behind.