Written for: Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Writing Challenge
Write a piece of prose around the word “sirens”.
WEE-oww! WE-oww! Sounds of dread. Is someone dead?
Is it a police chase, a fire? Sets my teeth on edge.
Who knows the difference between one siren screech
and another. In a retirement community, everyone looks
to see who is being taken out. If there is no sheet
covering the face, they sigh in relief, belief that
the person will be tended to, and come home.
When illegal fireworks boom in the night, people freeze.
Gun shot? backfire? Next day they all look for an incident
in the news. Usually it is fireworks. If you call police,
be prepared to put up with WEE-oww! WEE-oww!
Every word so precisely true!
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Thanks so much, Christine!
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Lately, I have started to pray when I hear a siren, for whomever they are going to help and the paramedics or police or firemen. I think we are all so sensitive in these troubling times, and for me that means prayer. Lovely poems.
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Thanks you so much for your kind words.
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