Outcry (65)

This is Saturday and that means it’s the Weekend Writing Prompt at Sammi’s. The word for this weekend is OUTCRY and when I read the word my mind went right to the Robb Elementary School in Texas. There’s a lot of room for outcry over what happened last Tuesday, but I don’t care to do it beyond this.

America is, sadly a nation of violence, and it doesn’t matter how disturbing the subject matter or how many lives a gunman takes, nothing changes. Politicians talk and do nothing, and voters talk and do nothing. That’s life in the US and I almost have to believe that we like the status quo. Or we enjoy the collective pain of banging our heads against a brick wall. Most Americans support stricter gun laws, but nothing happens. If you want to see some staggering statistics on just how bad gun violence is in America, check out the Gun Violence Archive. If you want to see what’s going on beyond the almost daily school shootings, grocery store shootings, church and synagogue shootings, and see what’s happening in your neck of the woods that isn’t being covered on your local news, click on the “LAST 72 HOURS” tab.

Why is this happening? Got me. That’s not meant to sound arrogant. I’m not indifferent to the problem, I just have zero faith that anything will ever change here.

So, instead of going to Uvalde, Texas or Buffalo, NY, I wrote a little story about a killer. We seem to be fascinated by killers. Books, movies, TV, killers are everywhere in our culture. And I shared a song by Cheap Trick about a serial killer.

Equal parts of me hope you do and don’t enjoy.

Outcry (65)

The burlap hooded man ignored the final outcry of the woman whose neck he held in his hands. Let her plead. This was her fault, no?

“Yes,” he whispered.

He swallowed her final breath and laid her down. He covered her bareness and gently closed her eyes.

As was his custom, he left a blue rose against her left cheek. Something to entertain the police.

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