I’ve been following the news story on the shootings in Annecy, in the French Alps.
I picture the four year old who was found 8 hours later, cowering under the bodies of her parents and think, what sort of human being would do that?
Zeena has inspired me to start a short story…
My ears pricked to the sound of distant sirens. Yes, they were coming my way.
I closed my eyes, but could still feel the steady drip of liquid splattering against my left cheek. It ran uncomfortably down the back of my neck, and pooled under my shoulder. I tried to ignore the fact that it was still warm.
The sirens had cut through a thick and disorientating silence. Their oscillating wail stepping in to replace the heartbreaking cacophony that had stopped just a few moments before. It was a moment I wanted to claw back; the lull slipping away like the unchecked tears from my squeezed eyelids.
I couldn’t, block out the grating monotony of sound. Instead of trying to make myself small, encouraging the world to skip past me, my whole being betrayed me by exploding. It was a while before I realised the new, inhuman scream was coming from my own mouth.
I hope to finish in the next few days or so.