We, the survivors, huddled together in a large conference room near the entrance, a room usually reserved for the principal.
They, our rescuers, looked as shocked as we. I have no doubt that not one of us greeted the day with any idea that by its end we would be survivors or rescuers. All of us, collectively and individually, students, parents and teachers, entered this building without consideration for its history or future. Only one, now finally free from his pain, knew.
He, bullied as a student, became a bullier of sorts, seeking revenge, finding vindication but ultimately losing everything.
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, CrossHavenHarpest challenged me with “Empty Hallways and Ashen Faces” and I challenged Brad MacDonald with “A man, long-married, inadvertently gives his wife a gift he intended for his girlfriend.”
