 Anonymous
I thought about taking a photograph of the blood. It would have been gruesome, but eye-catching, pooling on the white concrete path that wound through the trees in the park. If I really wanted to push things to the edge, I could have taken a shot of the place where the bullet had entered the body. Posting those images on social media would have attracted so many eyeballs. How many likes would it collect? Would there be more loves or likes? Would it go viral? That’s the burning desire of every person posting a picture, a reel, a little peek into their life. Wasn’t that the image everyone was searching for? The content everyone craved? Something shocking and new, something never posted before? Of course, I knew they didn’t really want to see a gunshot wound, a dead body. I still thought about it though, because it seemed … appropriate. In the end, I didn’t. But I wanted to. I really, really wanted to. And I thought about it a lot. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Part of me regretted not doing it, but taking those pictures and posting them would have given me away. The ebook and paperback are now available on Amazon.com
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