Boston

“Alice!”

boston-memorialMy brother’s whining voice echoes down the stairs, dragging me with heavy steps back up into his bedroom.

I stalk in, annoyed. “Yes?” He should be asleep.

His upturned face is open and unlined. For a week now we’ve kept him away from TVs, turning off radios so he can’t hear the awful news pouring in on us from every direction.

170 injured… three dead… eight-year old… manhunt… shot dead…

“Can we go to the park tomorrow?”

I shake my head and his face crumples. Before he begins to complain, I quickly sit on the side of his bed and take his hand.

“No, tomorrow we’re going to do something even more fun!” I try to inject as much enthusiasm into my voice as I can – for his sake. “You know what we can do? We can bake a huge… great… CAKE!” I poke his tummy with every word.

He chortles and smiles, his anger like a cloud briefly covering his sunny personality.

I hurry back downstairs to the living room, where my parents sit, hunched over and broken, their wide eyes glued to the TV.

“…late on Thursday when a police officer was killed on the Massachusetts Institute of Technology campus. Police chased the suspects, who threw bombs and exchanged gunfire with police, seriously wounding one officer.”

I take hold of mom’s hand. It’s cold, limp, but she smiles a little, kisses my cheek. We cling to each other like survivors of a shipwreck.

“The Massachusetts governor has warned civilians to stay indoors with the doors locked, and do not open the door for anyone other than a properly identified law enforcement officer.”

I’m awash with fear. My world has fallen apart. How much longer can this continue?

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