Sunday, October 10, 2010
On 5:08 PM by Rebekah Tracy in Drabble 2 comments
It was strange to see them crying. All of them together just weeping collectively. It seemed far too universal to be truth. Were they weeping because they felt the pain or because they felt the need to conform? Of course, they would never admit the later, and I can’t bring myself to judgmentally disparage any them for such a cold-hearted crime if the former be true. Yet, I am sure that none of them would ever answer to the question of why they committed such a scene of remorse. For it must be understood that both of the above reasons for their public sorrow are a crime in one form or another.
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Well... Nice, but a little bit ambiguous (at least to me).
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. Sorry, if it is confusing. I am practicing writing with a vagueness that still carries meaning. I think I missed that goal here.
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