Air Raids

I suffer from post traumatic Jewish disorder. Therefore, it doesn't take much for me to have an imaginary flash back. It happened the other night. Daddy was cooking and in true fashion he set off the smoke detector, not once, but three times. I knew it was an air raid, accompanied by flashing strobe lights and a loud beeping. I, unlike my Mommy, hit the deck for cover under an end table. She tried to get me to come out, but I'm no fool I wouldn't come out and be exposed to the enemy. So, I stayed under the end table until the air raid ceased. Thank God for my disorder it just saved my life!