A term I'd never heard before. A term I've heard countless times today. Shelter in place. A term I hope never to hear again in my lifetime unless it applies to weather.
I think a side-effect of Boston is exhaustion. Did I sleep last night? Yeah, no better or worse than usual. So it isn't lack of sleep. It's Boston.
A friend of mine went on Facebook and said that she'd been watching the news and felt like she was living in a Bruce Willis movie. And she was very sad. I couldn't disagree.
As human beings I think we can all agree that we're both exhausted and saddened over the events of the last few days, whose violent beginnings were at one of the preeminant marathons in the entire world. And, as of the time I'm writing this post (five o'clock Friday evening in Colorado) it's not yet over. I want it over. I want the authorities to bring our world back to normal and I want to move on.
As a crime fiction writer, I have a lot of questions.
Focusing on the youngest brother, what happened between the time he was in high school and a year or so later? What event or idea or influential person took this normal to great kid (from all accounts) and changed his course completely?
How did these at one time engaged young men walk among the spectators at the Boston Marathon with bombs strapped to their backs and not think about the lives of the people they passed?
What abou you? What are you thinking and feeling and wondering about?
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