today's flash!

Earthquake. 

I wake, to the absence of the air conditioner's white noise. My hair clings wetly to the nape of my neck. I wait for our gate guard to turn the generator back on. But there's nothing but darkness and the sudden howling of street dogs nearby. I think irritated thoughts of the guard, asleep on duty, again. But then, a distant hum, like a faraway train on the underground, and the bed beginning to shake.