I saw a photo on the Internet. The picture was just a part of a woman’s face. I bit of her nose, lips, and the crease of her smile against her cheek. It was suggestive, and I wanted to see the rest of her face. My mind started to run wild with speculation. Finally, I found the source of the photo after nearly an hour of furious searching. The web page informed me that it was indeed a fragment of a larger photo. There was a link pointing to flickr. I clicked on it. The page loaded. “This user is no longer a member”.
All I am left with, all the whole world is left with, is this fragment of a smile. A fragment of a face we will never know. Forever wondering what brought on the smile.
One victim stated that he looked outside the residence from the distance. He approached the glass door and observed a white male subject. He opened the threshold. After opening the entrance way, The man began to ask about for manuals. Just moments later, Two heavy-set black males, bejewelled and swaggering as they brandished handguns, rushed the door and entered the household.
A dog somewhere in the house barked. The neighbor’s dogs began barking as well. Shots rang out. The unarmed white man, the target of the shooting, stood over the dead bodies of the black men, who had neglected to learn how to use their guns. They had shot each other.
The man returned to his desk and resumed reading a manual entitled “How to Write a Short Story Without Getting Killed”.