I was supposed to feed the wallabies.

Oh, I remembered about an hour later.

It was a slight the wallabies would not forget nor forgive.

I'm convinced they keep a list in their head of each person or creature that slights them in the smallest of degrees…

Ear splitting sirens shrieked through the night. My little girl, frightened, shot up out of our bed of pallets. Bright lights flashed in unpredictable series, blinding when they exploded and again after they vanished, swallowed by the ever present dark. E…