AN EXPLOSION ECHOED across a desert landscape, creating a rockslide. The roadrunner had quick reflexes, however, and sped around the obstacle. The vintage cartoon played on the wall-mounted TV in the workshop garage, with the volume low, as it was still the early morning hours. Andrew sat in his mint-green flannel pajamas and a white terrycloth robe, eating cereal. The cartoon was a recording, as Saturday morning cartoons were a long-dead tradition. Re-enacting it every week was a private guilty pleasure he allowed himself.
July 10th??….Ah, come on! Can you tell I am liking this story?