Pine Street
I Hardly Recognized my Block
I’m sitting cross-legged on the couch, thumbing through a magazine when all at once, the lights and air conditioner goes out.
“Mooooom,” my 10-year-old daughter, Zoe shouts from her bedroom.
“I’m in the living room,” I yell back, although I’m getting up now and heading into the kitchen. “And be careful coming down the stairs.”
The buttery smell of the few kernels of corn that managed to pop travel through the kitchen. I’m just reaching into the microwave when Zoe emerges.
“We won’t be having popcorn.” I shake the bag to make my point, then toss it in the trash.
“The tv went out, too… right in the middle of Fortnite,” Zoe complains.
“Yeah… the power went out, kiddo,” I tell her as I open the curtains over the sink.
I stare out into the backyard. It’s not raining… no lightning, either.
Facing my daughter, I ruffle her bangs affectionately, “I’ll have everything up and running in no time.”
Within seconds, my cell phone flashlight is on and I’m headed towards the basement door. It doesn’t take long to examine the circuit breakers, but it turns out that they are all in line. None of them are tripped. Wrinkling my nose, I retrace my steps and find Zoe…
