He seemed to believe a windowless shower in a windowless bathroom offered his best chance of surviving the shrieking terror that was raining down from the night sky outside.
Did he think the fireworks, with their window-rattling booms, were the work of some cosmic predator big enough to eat him whole?
Did he think they were gunshots, or claps of thunder spreading out from inexplicable lightning bolts tearing open the sky above our house?
We have friends whose terrified dog spent one Fourth of July fruitlessly trying to outrun the explosions.
Other friends came home from watching the fireworks to discover that their own dog had bolted in terror from their fenced backyard and been killed by a car.
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