“
Do you hear that?” he says.
“You mean the crashing thunder and pounding rain?”
He shakes his head. I listen closely, trying to filter o
ut the sounds of the storm.
Then I hear it. A whooshing sound with a fast buzzing underne
ath it. It’s so, so familiar
but I can’t quite put my finger on it. A very definite blac
k spot appears among the dark gray
clouds. The spot lengthens horizontally.
The puzzle pieces click into place and I get the full pictur
e: Fighter jet. Headed straight
for us. I
...more
”
― Dragons Are People, Too
― Dragons Are People, Too
