“¡Fucking hell!”
1 moment Feltis was baking ice cream, the next he was rushing through the blades o’ grass covering the back yard o’ his apartment complex to ‘scape from The Event.
The Event would happen @ any time, without warning. Suddenly one’s ears would be blasted with shrieks & their immediate surroundings would rise to boiling heat. If one wanted to survive, one fled with full speed.
Sometimes ’twas just a test to see if he was on his phalanges–but sometimes it wasn’t, & The Event was truly devouring whatever his home was @ that period in hungry flames. He dare not take any chances…