The chimes swung gently, and beyond the field rumbling cars splashed melted snow in sheets up and over the dirty drifts and into the parking lot and against the flagpole, the flag flying at half-staff because of the latest mass shooting. A teenage girl, hair a deep, brilliant, unnatural red, wearing only black, rode her bike slowly, lazily in circles, eyes downcast, shoulders hunched. She never looked my way. A pumpkin still sits by the white picket fence and the icicles dripped and… dripped and… dripped onto the lavender planted in a pool of slush in winter’s garden bed below.
"latest mass shooting"
Crap.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 10, 2013 at 12:00 PM
Never mind
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 10, 2013 at 05:19 PM
i think we all need a big group hug.
Posted by: almostinfamous | January 11, 2013 at 06:37 AM