A faint rumble rolled though the living room. Belinda looked
up from her book and tipped her head. Was that thunder she heard? She glanced
out the window at the darkening sky. A moment of silence and she turned back to
her story. Once again a rumble sounded and another and another.
She put her book down, stood up and walked to the window. In
the dimness of evening she scanned the cloudless sky.
Then she heard, drifting up from the floor vent, electronic
voices followed by the sounds of battle. Of course her husband was playing a
video game.
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