Frenzy

“Count to three with me,” a frenzy of lights brighten the sky. The city streets ignored the crash of broken glass and screams from the windows above. A harried woman scans the street before ducking back in. A hand pressed to her ear, “do you copy? I repeat, Ian, do you copy?”

“I copy,” a haggard voice crackles over the comms. “Wish I didn’t, but I do.”