Blllaaammm!!!!!!
Travis felt as if the explosion had gone off in his chest. He felt it in his lungs, in his stomach, in the three fillings of his teeth. He felt it right through his hands clapped tightly over his ears since the soldiers with machine guns – Soldiers! Machine Guns! At a peewee hockey tournament? – had told the Owls to lie flat on the pavement.
He could see it with his eyes closed. A sudden explosion of red – his own blood? – as the pavement seemed to jump.
One thundering explosion, then quiet, and then the sound of clutter falling. Something metal in the distance. Something plastic to his right.
Something soft on the back of his neck!
He opened his eyes, the daylight blinding, the air filled with dust from the explosion.
Travis took a hand off one ear and reached back to pull the object off his neck. He was stunned and repulsed by what he saw.
A filthy pair of old boxer shorts!
NISH’S!