A SNATCH
A quivery sound emanated from Joan, “The . . . the . . . garage it’s gone and . . .”
Jim finished, “That must be what is left of the condo.”They stood there looking at a large pile of splintered walls, roof, and furniture piled on the beach some fifty yards toward the ocean from the foundation, now bare.
ANOTHER SNATCH
Well Julian, how long did it take you to find this note? Today is June 9th. Was it just a couple of days, a week or longer? We are gone out of your life . . . well what’s new? Usually it’s you who are out of our life. Julian I can’t do this anymore—yes I still love you but you’re always gone and even when you’re here you’re not here—you know what I mean. I’ve arranged to stay with my sister and her husband in Wilmington, North Carolina for a while. Her number is . . . well you can get it off the AMAC.Miriam
PS I’ve taken the kids—you do remember that you have two wonderful kids, don’t you?
ANOTHER SNATCH
Julian glanced around at the committee members, seeing looks of surprise and apprehension. He jumped up, red faced, his back ramrod stiff. For the first time Vice President Warren showed a trace of anger; he put up his hand and said, “Wait Julian, doesn’t your report say that the large meteor may not even hit the earth? I think the word ‘possible’ was in the wording, was it not?”
ANOTHER SNATCH
George Merrill stared up at the ceiling with glassy eyes, on-ly momentarily and then his eyes closed.
Mary Anne spoke sharply, “We were told he was okay, just drunk, but he’s obviously more than just drunk. We want him in a hospital and examined thoroughly.”Thomas Junior’s face hardened as he struggled to control his temper. His voice hoarse and ragged said, “We want him moved from here to a hospital and with a real doctor, not some kid EMT with the plaything they call a scanner—and now—not two minutes from now!”
ANOTHER SNATCH
Even at his age, Jim slept well. He woke up realizing that it was light. He could see tree shadows on the tent and could hear the rustle of a small breeze as it wandered through the foliage. He sat up and looked at his watch, which indicated 9:49 AM, June 11. He yawned and lay back down and mumbled, “This feels too good to get up.”
A sleepy voice close by said, “What is that you said, Jim, are you awake?”
“Yes, and it’s late. I think we slept in . . . did y . . .”
He only got that far when an abrupt, loud, watery, crashing roar cut him off. The tent trembled and quivered as if in fear.
