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The Bomb Induces Insanity, Part 1

A man and his wife and their fifteen year old daughter were riding a street car in New Orleans on an overcast Sunday afternoon.  The daughter sat alone behind her parents.  She lowered the window nearest to her and poked her small head out of the trolley’s window.  As she did this it began to drizzle outside.  She felt the light rain gently peck her face and she smiled, closing her eyes, opening her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue. 

When the street car exploded, there were no survivors except for the fifteen year old girl.  She had been saved by the miraculous way in which the bomb made the trolley lurch.  Somehow her body was hurled through the window her head was already sticking out of.  She suffered a few minor scrapes and bruises, but she escaped virtually untouched.  Unfortunately, after she was launched out of the trolley’s window and made contact with the ground, she was knocked unconscious.

When she awoke she was still laying where she had landed.  She saw her mother’s charred body.  She focused on one of her feet which was missing the two smallest toes.  The girl lay there, dazed, in a state of surreality, in shock.  By then the proper authorities had arrived and she was put on a stretcher and shoved into the back of an ambulance.

When she arrived at the hospital, since she was in such good condition, they had her wait in an empty examination room in the ER.  She removed her clothes and found a hospital gown and put it on.  She wandered through the hospital.  No one stopped her, asked her where she was going, why she wasn’t in her room.  She made her way through the maze of that sanitary fortress down to the morgue to find her parents and take them home with her.