Disquiet

The smell of smoke and burning plastic wakes me up. Avoiding panic, I get out of bed and check the stove and the refrigerator and the air conditioning. The house sits quiet in the dawn sunlight. Quickly close the windows. Outside in the parking lot ash falls around me. A tension in my forehead begins to grow from the smell. My eyes scan the disquiet, gray sky for the source.

No. 101