A Basketful Of Figs, cont'd.

A loud rumble, like thunder, shakes me awake early in the morning. Except that the thunder vibrates from ground up and causes everything to wobble on shelves and tables. Then there is the strong smell of burning and I am out of the bed, joining the rest of my family stumbling out of our respective rooms. Mother and Father clutch at each other as they make their way to the family bunker, leading us there, trying hard not to show fear.
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