In Our Own Backyard...Shock and awe
Published 11/05/2012, Pine Journal
The air was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. I found myself tiptoeing around on our hardwood floors, afraid that the sound of a good, solid footstep might ignite passions far beyond anything we were prepared to cope with. The two of us – Ken and I – were communicating at a near-whisper so we didn’t give away our strategical plan of attack prematurely. This was war.Word count: 882
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