day one

The terror alert level was raised to red today with the statement from the president indicating a terror network has been found within the border’s of our county,

“My Fellow americans, this threat has been around us and growing in strength for some time. Only recently have we understood the organization’s goals to undermine the systems that govern our nation and our world. That is why the department of homeland security has labeled this organization a terrorist organization. Rest assured…

Jeff turned off the T.V. And headed for the door, his peanut butter sandwich sticking to the roof of his mouth. He shouldered his bag and stepped lightly down the sidewalk. The blue sky and chirping birds spoke nothing of red terror alert levels, or new fears to beware. If Jeff was wary of anything it was the constant implication that he should be afraid. He wanted to live his life, experience life, seize life, not cower in fear from it. He was in the prime of hie days, the well spring of his life.

His foot falls echoed softly off the concrete. He ducked under a low hanging branch as he worked his way on. To the library and then on to the coffeehouse for work. He had his homework and that exam in freshman comp to study for. He turn up Norris with its row of trees marking the median, walking past the house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, the corner touched by modernism in this small town.

As Jeff walked into the library he bumped into a girl from the community college checking out her books. Daya had caught his eye in class before, and meeting her here so abruptly caused a jolt in his spleen. He often stared at the gentle curve to her neck as he sat behind her in biology, Her neck was steeled against the chill November air by a turtleneck, which hugged the rest of her and kept her quite warm. Her hair was up in the back as usual and Jeff stared at the wisps of dark hair that had fallen down around her ears.