Word of an Attack on America

Posted on November 15, 2003 in Neighborhood Satire Weather

Here in our nation at war, in this neighborhood only ten miles from the Pacific Ocean where the sampans and the dhows could land at any time and end our liberty forever, weekend-sabotaging clouds bombarded us with spikes of rain. The bombs fell upon my deck, flooding the pots that I’d planted yesterday with red, white, and blue freesia. Fortunately the bulbs were sheltered beneath a thick bunker of Miracle Gro. I felt safe as long as no terrorist teen-aged boys discovered my garden and pulled up the shoots.