“Music can speak louder than words, and I will use my music to speak out on behalf of children everywhere.”
The child, local news reported, was playing in her very own backyard. It was fenced and locked. Her mama, cooking sweet bread and sticking her head out to smile often. Being that it was a quiet and upstanding nook of town, that child should’ve played ’til the contentment of her heart, so the folk who lived there implied to the mic shoved in their faces, with knuckle-scratching confusion.
“This kinda thing…downright baffling,” one town folk whimpered, grappling with his sadness. “Should’ve never happened here.”
Mrs. Waller umphed umphed at the boxed screen. “Then, where the hell should it have happened?”
(c) 2012 Totsymae