That One Time I Had Reason to Panic
what do we do?
We were arguing on our vacation in Mexico when the frosty beer cans on the glass table started shaking—oh my god!—the ground trembling, heart throbbing, mind racing —what do we do?—I knew we couldn’t just crawl under a desk or stand under a door frame like back home, not in this concrete house, so I yelled, where do we stand Michael, where do we stand? at the exact same time that the earth calmed, and you, cool as a cucumber, looked me in the eye and said, I’m glad you asked, Janice, we need to talk.
Kim kjagain Moes of Nanaimo, BC, lives and dreams outside the lines. She likes dandelions, exploring fresh places, and laughing at herself. You can find her work in print and online journals, including 101words.org and Exist Otherwise. On writing, she says, “Write the life we live, explore the lessons not yet learned, and then, eat catharsis for dinner.” @kjagain on most social media platforms.
