The Big Day
Sirens escape echoing speakers, piercing my mind like hollow tip rounds. It was an obnoxious operation of cooperation between that and the blinding brightness of red and blue as pollutants to the sky. It exhibited such cooperation that it could instill fear into any man; absent ability to hear or even absent sight. I had taken part in many wild stunts in my life. Some, you could even call obscenities. Though, none unveiled a curtain of fear as this. Atom-like thoughts bounced around my head like that within an unknown gas. Questions like, ?How could I be so wrong!?! How could- could they be so right,? and, ?How am I supposed to think with this impossible, shrieking screech!?!?