Four lines of prose about: shake/shaken/shaking/boom shakalaka.
Okay, maybe not that last one.
Too late, the voices in my head cry out, for Greg has already begun writing!
Anyway. We had ourselves a little earthquake here this morning. It was a 4.6 magnitude shaker that woke us up shortly after 5am. Since the epicenter was less than 100 km away the house did perform a brief wiggle.
To say that it was a rather confusing and disorienting scene would be an understatement. We weren't even sure it was a quake until Kat checked the news after breakfast.
As best I can recall that's the first quake I've ever felt. Not sure I'd want to experience anything much stronger.
The news had rocked him to his very core. Hours after word had first reached him, he sat at his kitchen table, staring at nothing. His pumpkin soup sat cold and ignored in a brown bowl in front of him, a corner of his black phone barely visible in the center.
After all those years of playing, he'd finally won the lottery.