Two Minutes

Friday, September 29th, 2006

It might sound banal, but I’ll still say it:
You never know when you are meant to leave this earth. Taking loved ones for granted is the biggest mistake you can make.

Couples fight. We, as a couple, fight mostly about stupid things which we don’t even remember half way through the fight. Today we fought as well about something stupid. I came back from class where my tyrant of a teacher finally gave me an approving nod, the first one in a month, and I was anxious to tell Shurik. I played the scene over and over in my mind, and, when I entered my grandfather’s office where Shurik was putting some internet to good use, I was met with a sour face. From there, long story short, my mood was ruined as well, and, pissed, I grabbed my portfolio and stormed out. Steaming, I moved through the park like a bulldozer walking the same road I take almost every day. I know almost to the dot how much time it takes to get to and from the office and even how long it would take to get to the Winery intersection, that I was about two minutes from, when I heard a sort of an enormously loud clap in a clap that made me buckle. When I looked up, all I saw was tall flames and black smoke. I was unharmed, probably too far away from the explosion, but my hands were still shaking and when I dialed Shurik my mind had trouble forming a sentence.

Shurik came running and we walked around the affected area to my grandmother’s house to hear on the news what was it all really about. We walked in silence, when a thought made me stop short. Right after storming out, I had to stop. My glasses, which I normally don’t even wear, had fingerprints on them. My hands were busy with the heavy portfolio, so to clean them, I found an empty spot on the side of the street, put the portfolio down, and began rubbing the lenses with my shirt. The fabric was rough and uneven so I probably scratched more then cleaned. The whole thing must have taken me about two minutes.

P.S.
One man died, the one in the car, and other six got hurt. Among them a nine year old. It was not a terrorist act this time, it was an assassination of a Ramli man who the police knew all too well.

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