malevolent rubble

this morning i was walking to work when a chunk of cement fell from the sky and landed right in front of me. i could taste the dust it was that close. i felt it whoosh by my head an instant before it crashed down on the sidewalk and for that split second i thought it was a bird dive bombing me. but then the crack sounded and the fragmented bits scattered around and i totally got all shaky and, once across the steet, i had to lean underneath a shop doorway to pull myself together. was it an ambush? i heard no rustling on the rooftops above. there were no dodgey silhouettes. was it just failing architecture? i don't know. but coupled with the dog that attacked me two weeks ago, i'm terrified of what's gonna happen next. things come in threes, right?

amended, april 12: i fully suck. basically i should have just fucking said: today, a chuck of concrete fell from above, narrowly missing caving in my skull, and crashed onto the pavement in front of my nearest foot. that's it. that would have sufficed. fucking over-writers. hate them, hate myself. ha.