Morning all. This morning started off with a bang. I may be a little late today but it was not because I slept in. Nope one of the neighbor’s dogs got into our yard and was doing battle with the feral cats. Apparently he just couldn’t take it any more. He is a terrier and the temptation finally overwhelming. Unfortunately the cats are about twice his size and have a well organized gang. No one was injured but it was loud and required more running than I usually do before coffee. But now the morning is edging into familiar waters, even if we are leaving the dock late. So let’s get to the morning writing prompt shall we?
I’m not sure where this is going. I like the fish out of water aspect and I think she is going to notice something out of the ordinary that no one else notices. I just don’t know what that is yet. I may have to think about this one for a bit.
Monday, April 24th: The engines rumbled.
The engines rumbled. The sound was something I could feel deep in my chest. It rattled my ribs and made me feel as though each breath I had to fight against the wave of noise. My ears buzzed from the low tones of the motors and the crowd around me roared its approval.
I had never been to a monster truck rally before and when I announced this fact, shock met my pronouncement. As prior to moving here I didn’t know anyone who had gone to such an event, I was surprised by the reaction. However, the shock of my new acquaintances soon turned to joy as they realized that they would soon be able to remedy this shocking gap in my education. Plans were made and here I was.
I dressed in jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt for the event thinking it appropriate attire. Anything coupled with the word monster made me want to be able to run so I made sure I had comfortable running shoes on my feet. While my outfit blended, it was deemed incomplete and a ball cap had been placed on my head. It felt oddly ceremonial, like a may fair queen getting her wreath of flowers.
Only louder.
I could tell several of my companions had already been drinking before the event and as soon as we walked in beers were purchased. I held one in my hand. It started off frosty and was now lukewarm and flat. I took a sip, decided it was not for me and slowly tipped out little bits, spilling it onto the floor so the level would look as though it was going down.
I didn’t want to dim the excitement around me, but after a few minutes I realized no one was paying any attention. I was here and that was apparently all that mattered.
Up until this point in my life large live events meant the orchestra or the ballot were in town. Occasionally it meant the opera. Even the grandest of operas never reached these decibel levels and my insides were beginning to ache. Still I knew I couldn’t leave. I didn’t want to make myself miserable so I looked around hoping to see something to bring me enjoyment while I was here and to take my mind off of the inner vibrations and worries that my ear drums were soon to explode.
I studied the trucks below us as they roared around the ring and performed tricks as though they were trained monkeys under the guidance of their drivers. ‘Like some bizarre motorized circus,’ I thought. The colors were spectacular and as each truck made its entrance into the ring the paint was shiny and looked freshly applied.
It didn’t stay that way for long. I blinked in surprise as what I thought of as the acrobatics portion of the show ended and combat began. In the ring monster trucks rolled over smaller vehicles crushing them. The arena was filled with the sounds of screeching metal and shattering glass. The crowd went wild as thoughts of auto accidents flitted through my mind. The screech of metal on metal added a high pitched sound to the low pitched vibrations and made me wonder if my ears were soon going to be bleeding. Aaron elbowed me and favored me with a grin.
‘Awesome right?” He said. He yelled to be heard and I nodded and smiled back
Ten til Midnight 