Thoughts On Family Problems

An emergency broadcast drones through my town every Saturday morning, and while it alarmed me the first time, I pay no attention to it now. It blares through the streets, making passersby stop and roll down their windows to listen, looking to the horizon to find tall thunderheads booming in the distance.

I never would have imagined the storm would bring absolute destruction, my head upon a silver platter after a slow, but jagged, decapitation.