Short story time
Instead of working on getting VITA certified for my taxation course, soing any legitimate schoolwork, or filling out job applications, I wrote this. So deal with it.
The photograph flashed briefly upon the screen, another young life cut down in the prime of living. The beautiful smile, the eyes filled with confidence, the dreams yet unfulfilled - all for naught. A family's nightmare broadcast for everyone to see.
I didn't even hear how she died; just the fake compassion conveyed by the overly somber tones from the anchorwoman. The camera panned over to her, a look of mock sincerity upon her face. For a brief moment, I could almost believe that she was affected somehow by the incident. Then, like a chameleon, her expression changed to a bright, cheerful smile and she asked whether or not the plesent weather would continue as though she was a giddy schoolgirl.
And I wondered if she even cared, if anyone cared about the tragedy that her family had to endure. Or have we all become so jaded and self-absorbed that our ability to care and feel empathy for our fellow man has become extinct, much like the dinosaur.
The weatherman droned on, his voice oozing happiness. The girl and her passing were forgotten, the story being so last second. She may be gone, but there would be sunshine for the next few days.
The photograph flashed briefly upon the screen, another young life cut down in the prime of living. The beautiful smile, the eyes filled with confidence, the dreams yet unfulfilled - all for naught. A family's nightmare broadcast for everyone to see.
I didn't even hear how she died; just the fake compassion conveyed by the overly somber tones from the anchorwoman. The camera panned over to her, a look of mock sincerity upon her face. For a brief moment, I could almost believe that she was affected somehow by the incident. Then, like a chameleon, her expression changed to a bright, cheerful smile and she asked whether or not the plesent weather would continue as though she was a giddy schoolgirl.
And I wondered if she even cared, if anyone cared about the tragedy that her family had to endure. Or have we all become so jaded and self-absorbed that our ability to care and feel empathy for our fellow man has become extinct, much like the dinosaur.
The weatherman droned on, his voice oozing happiness. The girl and her passing were forgotten, the story being so last second. She may be gone, but there would be sunshine for the next few days.