The Sirens Call to Me

by Mel Rosenberg - מל רוזנברג

After fruitful careers as a scientist and inventor I've gone back to what I love most - writing children's books Read More

Joined Oct 2013
Published Books 1556

I woke up early this morning. Everything was quiet. The only ‘siren’ was the one on my mobile Scrabble garme.

But then the other sirens, the sirens of the sea were calling out to me. “Mel”, they beckoned, “It’s Saturday morning, we are waiting for you. Breakfast at your favorite restaurant (Boya). Come. We will protect you.”

How could I resist? I left behind my air-conditioned home, complete with built-in bomb shelter, and followed the call of the sirens to the sea.

I felt safe and protected.

I walked through the forest. There were no fires or gremlins.

There were trees bent at perilous angles

And yet not a single one fell on me.

The ominous shadow kept its distance.

I wasn’t ravaged by revenge-bent ravens.

I didn’t contract AIDS from the toilet seat

or myxomatosis from the rabbits.

Even the drooling, rabid dog coming towards me took little notice.

I didn’t fall on my face and drown in a puddle.

The bridge did not collapse overhead…

Or underfoot.

I didn’t succumb to lead poisoning.

Or a drug overdose.

I avoided getting run over by the mad runner with the lethal baby carriage.

a mad runner with the lethal baby carriage

I circumvented the holes in the ozone…

And kept an eye out for suspicious people wearing designer clothes.

When I finally reached the sea, the sirens beckoned me to join them. “Come on in”, they said, “the water is fine”. When I declined, I became worried. I thought they might drown me in a sudden Mediterranean tsunami. But that didn’t happen either.