Figures burst through glass doors. Yelling entailed. Hands flew upward. Gunshots pierced the air. Crackles filled my ear drums. Windows shattered. Screams surrounded me. Children cried; mothers clung to their young. Bullets dropped to the ground. People hugged the floor. Heads were all face down, foreheads were glued to the cold tiles. Metal clanged against the tile. Footsteps crunched on broken glass, as though to carefully inspect bodies lying on the floor. The killer’s whispers broke into the air. A pause in movement occurred. I waited. All movement had stopped. Light faded into dark. Voices hushed.
The silence was deafening.