Ron and I were in a Target store looking for various household items when the floor beneath our feet began to shake. Then the whole store began to tremble. The lights flickered but stayed on. In ten seconds it was over.
Ron said instantly, “That was an earthquake.” We proceeded to the front of the store, where we encountered numerous individuals on their cell phones, in some cases, trying in vain to get through. Outside, there were more people milling about. We went back to our car, got in, and drove home – a distance of only a few miles. We were anxious about the house, and its contents – particularly the live one: . Everything was as we’d left it. Miss Marple was as we left her; she began begging for food immediately. Thus we knew everything was back to normal – for the time being, at least.
I’m creating a special category for this post. I sincerely hope I never use it again!