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Savion
It's 9am.
"I'm late, I'm sorry. I was looking at the numbers and they didn't make any sense."
"What numbers?"
"The numbers on the clock."
There's reality, and then there's the stuff I have to do. Trivialities: I'm supposed to be at work. Reality: How did my cousin get the gun?
In the car: speeding to work. Thinking: My brother had been sure he'd be okay. I'd been sure. I wanted to go to the funeral. But we hadn't been close. How do I explain that I care? There'd been no sign of it before.
The practical: All eyes are on me as I walk in. The reality: My cousin had been found in the front yard with a bullet in his head. My first thought had been, "How considerate of him." No mess to clean up. I didn't say it out loud.
I had a cousin yesterday.
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Rest In Peace, Savion Gabriel, age 22. I don't know why you did it, and don't have the right to ask.
"I'm late, I'm sorry. I was looking at the numbers and they didn't make any sense."
"What numbers?"
"The numbers on the clock."
There's reality, and then there's the stuff I have to do. Trivialities: I'm supposed to be at work. Reality: How did my cousin get the gun?
In the car: speeding to work. Thinking: My brother had been sure he'd be okay. I'd been sure. I wanted to go to the funeral. But we hadn't been close. How do I explain that I care? There'd been no sign of it before.
The practical: All eyes are on me as I walk in. The reality: My cousin had been found in the front yard with a bullet in his head. My first thought had been, "How considerate of him." No mess to clean up. I didn't say it out loud.
I had a cousin yesterday.
~*~*~
Rest In Peace, Savion Gabriel, age 22. I don't know why you did it, and don't have the right to ask.
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