Get out of town
I write "Get out of town!" on a brick and throw it through a randomly chosen window.
Inside, a strong-jawed but gentle-eyed single father is sitting on a sofa making notes on stack of papers while his slightly overweight, pre-pubescent son is laying on the floor watching an american crime drama on the TV.
The brick brings broken glass with it as it settles not far from the father's feet. Dropping his pen, he instinctively pulls his feet away, and then looks towards his son. The son is already standing against the wall away from the windows. He has a frightened look in his eyes.
"Are you okay, Alex?"
Alex nods.
"Get into the kitchen." the father commands with a re-assuring gesture, and then goes to look out the window next to the broken one.
There is nothing to see. I have already run off.
The father picks up the brick and takes it into the kitchen. Alex is sitting at the kitchen table. He looks at his father expectantly. "You didn't get hit by any glass?" his father asks.
"Nothing, Dad." Alex replies.
"It says 'Get out of town!'," he says, gesturing with the brick.
"Who threw it?" asks Alex.
"I don't know," says the dad, "but it's written in English."
"Hmm," says Alex, "Do you think it is meant for both of us?"
"I don't know."
"I hope they just mean you, because I have stuff to do tomorrow."