The line went dead as the words echoed in her ears. A loud boom assaulted her senses. A few of the café patrons joined her at the window, their gazes wide. Three blocks ahead, a plume of billowy, black smoke rose above the Wright Stadium and spread out, sending a shock wave over the nearby structures.
No. The phone dropped from her fingers.
“Get back!”
Screams reached her ears as the destruction stretch in her direction, in classic movie-drama slow-motion. People ran down the sidewalk.
Someone inside the building let out a shriek. A hand grabbed her arm and tugged. She shook it off. The lights flickered. A wall of smoke and debris smashed into the door. The glass shattered. A jagged object made contact with the corner of her forehead. Then everything faded.
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