Russian Invasion

Night of 1.17.2010


It was a very stressful day in the office. I was looking over print ads for approval, getting last minute changes made. I was in a position I currently strive to be in, in the advertising industry. I was on my feet, collaborating with colleagues, brainstorming, using my brain in general. Lunchtime passed and I was still hard at work.

Around three-o-clock I went out for a walk to distress and grab a bite to eat. The lunchtime crowd had died down. In the distance looking west on 42nd street from 3rd Avenue, I saw some sort of commotion. I acknowledged the oddness of the number of people outside than there normally would be but disregarded it due to my hectic day and I really just wanted to eat something.

As I’m in the café deciding what I want to order I sense a nervous tone amongst the people inside. Suddenly people group together tightly, holding hands looking for companionship and head east. The commotion from the west side had caught up to us. I step outside the café, look up to see the once blue sky, now filled with Russian bomber planes. There were so many of them, wings touching corner to corner. I looked around me. There were Russian soldiers on foot with machine guns and rocket launchers waiting for opposition.

A group of about 10 men and woman, all older than me, looked to me for guidance. I guided the group for a few minutes and spotted a tunnel for hideout until I could decide what to do. The group and I were all in talks of confusion of what was happening.

The light at the end of the tunnel was darkened by a Russian soldier and his rocket launcher. I screamed and waved my hands to signal that we were civilians. I saw the expression on his face so clearly, so empty. He had a mission to fulfill. I screamed and my eyes began to water.

We were dust.