Breakfast Saturday morning was pitiful.
Daisy, Thomas, and Evangeline were each sitting at their designated spots at the table. A plate of scrambled eggs sat in front of each of them, Daisy's almost gone, their father's completely gone, and Angie's wasn't touched.
There were bags underneath each of their eyes, and Angie's kept averting to the window in the living room. She was poking her fork at the breakfast Daisy had made for.
Her father side deeply and harshly dropped his metal for on the ceramic plate, catching Evangeline's attention quickly. "Stop looking over there, Evangeline. It's best if you forget about them."
Maybe it was meant to be a word of advice, but Angie's eyes welled up with tears. She calmly and quietly got up from her seat, swallowing back the lump in her throat.
She could hear Daisy saying something, possibly to her father, possibly to her, but she continued to walk through the hallway and to her room.
Angie collapsed onto her bed, facing the ceiling. A hot tear spilled from the corner of her left eye, trailing down the side of her face until it reached her ear.
The ambulances, the body bags, the cop cars, the body bags, the firetruck, the body bags, his eyes, the body bags, his eyes, the body bags, the body bags.
She wiped the tear from her skin.
"All you need to do is not be afraid."
{January 5th, 2023. 3:04 a.m. 245 words.}
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