--- Somewheres ---

Somewheres today, someones died and someones will die.
Red-eyed spouses will look at houses that are full of children
and gaping holes, and wonder, “What am I going to do NOW?

One by one friends will see news reports, get e-mails,
get phone calls or even hear in grocery stores that a
dear friend is gone. Co-workers will push through tears.

Beginning tomorrow … in those same somewheres, nothing
will ever, ever, be the same again. And in all of those same
somewheres all of those someones must swim in a sea
of others who blithely think things will always be the same.

Reviews

[Kristina Moulaison]

You speak the truth as someone who knows what loss and pain is and how fragile every moment is. I like the idea you follow here of "somewheres." This is an idea that has often haunted me, that there are people suffering everywhere all the time. I have had to learn to block it to live. PTSD probably. Self deception is a great human survival mechanism. Well done here!

[ethelkingsley]

This read really smoothly. I enjoyed reading it.