Bloom 2012

up to see what he was doing, his voice belched out from the walls as his hunched body kept moving forward, "There's 4 minutes left, Harry. Would you please just look busy!"

A glorious and rare avian species, the red winged black bird, flew out into the sky. As Harry watched it through the windshield push itself higher from the surging flaps of its wings, he was caught off guard by a yellow dodge ball launched horizontally into the street and chased by an overweight adolescent soccer player. Harry pumped on the breaks with a shocking intensity but he remained calm. Though his pupils dilated and his heart rate shot up to speeds he had only ever felt while playing sweeper in soccer as a boy, his palms remained dry and held a responsible 10 and 2 grip on the steering wheel. The car halted within inches of the unaware player who had just then noticed the vehicle when Harry in a deliberate show of delayed anger laid on the horn for 3 whole seconds. The player, seemingly unaffected by the severity of the situation (perhaps unaware of physical consequences of three thousand pounds of metal colliding with 175 pounds of squishy flesh at a speed of 35 miles per hour) bent down and plucked the ball that was slightly lodged between the tire and the pavement, got up, looked at Harry and returned to the grass.

About 2 minutes and 18 seconds before the red winged blackbird and the player with squishy flesh entered into Harry's consciousness, he had pressed the button on the radio that brought Magic 89.4 into his ears. Magic 89.4 played "Hits from the 80's, 90's, and 4Ever." This phrase repeated menacingly over the air 27 times per hour, in between each 48