[Charloft Winter Bingo] Windy
Hector stood in place on a certain infamous corner in Greenwich Village, the scene of a recent death of a woman who’d been struck by a falling piece of plywood. The harsh wind had ripped the piece of wood free from a construction site, and it had in turn smacked into the victim, causing major head trauma and later, death. Hector turned his attention higher, in an attempt to see just where the board had fallen from.
"You heard about that lady, huh?" said a passerby, an elderly woman, who stopped when she took note of Hector’s observation.
"It’s quite the tragedy," Hector replied calmly, though he found the situation fascinating rather than upsetting. But not showing sympathy when someone had died so horrifically would have seemed inhuman, so he voiced what he assumed the woman wanted to hear.
This wasn’t the first death that had happened near this corner. Of course it would have been logical to blame the wind, but Hector knew better; sometimes there were forces unseen toying with lives, and it piqued his curiosity.
"You heard about that lady, huh?" said a passerby, an elderly woman, who stopped when she took note of Hector’s observation.
"It’s quite the tragedy," Hector replied calmly, though he found the situation fascinating rather than upsetting. But not showing sympathy when someone had died so horrifically would have seemed inhuman, so he voiced what he assumed the woman wanted to hear.
This wasn’t the first death that had happened near this corner. Of course it would have been logical to blame the wind, but Hector knew better; sometimes there were forces unseen toying with lives, and it piqued his curiosity.