By Robert Gillis Originally published in the Foxboro Reporter, 1/2005, rewritten and updated for 4/2010 publication, and also published in the Boston City Paper, 4/2010.
The sound is so loud that his brain can’t comprehend what is happening. The window is exploding, shattering, coming toward him. Glass—glass everywhere. There’s no metaphor to describe it; it’s just horribly, painfully, incomprehensibly loud. The moment is so traumatic that his brain can’t process it. It doesn’t make sense. All he knows is absolute terror.