Kevlar vested cops have guns in their hands. We come out, single file, hands over our heads, newscasters already there, microphones in hand, reporting this latest shooting. Videos capture relieved parents’ hands stroking their children’s cheeks. Some parents’ hands flutter to their own wet cheeks. Some of us sit on the ground, heads in our hands, disbelief displaced by our knowing. Some put their hands together in prayer. Some of us stand together clasping hands, grief becoming anger.
You let assault weapons end up in the hands of our classmates then tell us the world is in our hands?!
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The Carrot Ranch 13, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the work of many hands. Is it a cooperative effort or something else? Go where the prompt leads!
Well put…
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Thank you. Hope it’s not too heavy handed, but it’s where the prompt led.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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There are no words adequate. are there
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There are not.
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Many hands took you to a hard place but one where we need to poke at the question — how is it we put assault weapons in the hands of those most vulnerable?
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Oh wow, the power in this story is palpable. It’s tragic and never should have to be told.
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