When I saw the flash, I was just a hatchling tortoise,

unaware of the growing up it sang out from an epicenter

a few hundred meters away. A lot of people die each

day, you know. But not me. I ducked and covered when

I saw the flash, took shelter from the thermal impulse

behind a believing spirit and a veneer of woven cloth.

They say I just got lucky, that there are fangs on both

sides from which no simple two part maneuver could

truly have delivered me. I will never know. But they

weren’t in the burning streets. They never saw the flash.