Home-coming: Part 1
Its 1AM, actually 1.04 AM
Usually, I am in bed by now
But today, I can hear every second passing by.
I am not in bed, because I am outside.
I am in a school, a school compound to be precise.
The same school, I grew up in.
I am surrounded by people. People I have known for a long time
People who were there, when I was a kid at this school.
People who now have kids my age or older.
All of these people are looking, staring at the thing that’s lying-in front of me.
I wasn’t planning to be here.
A call brought me here. A call from my supervisor’s boss at 11 PM.
I had been drinking and having some fun.
It was just the start of the July 4th weekend.
Then I saw a few missed calls on my phone, and then heard the Voicemail.
Someone had found a suspicious looking device lying in my high school compound.
After all these mass shootings happening everywhere, they didn’t want to take a chance
And I was the closest Bomb Disposal expert in the area
So, I was called in, and in 2 hours I found myself back in my hometown
I tried to focus, but all my memories from this building and my time here kept coming back…
to be continued…
