Last night, a power transformer exploded somewhere nearby (it happens a little too often in my neighborhood I think).
My heart skipped a beat and then set to racing. My fiance was startled and said “What was that?”
Trying to calm myself, I said “I think it was a transformer exploding. At least I hope so…”
He could see it had bothered me. That was when he replied “Yeah, I don’t think there’s going to be another one.” That was when the unpleasant memories hit. For just a fleeting instant I could see the pockmarked fields in northern France lit dimly by clouded moonlight. I wanted to scream “Don’t be stupid! There’s always another one!” but then I snapped out of it as quick as it came. The whole flashback lasted maybe a fraction of a second.
It’s always something unexpected. The explosion didn’t do it, but his reaction struck a raw nerve that I didn’t anticipate.