Blue came home from school yesterday.
"How was your day?"
"Fine."
"Anything happen?"
"Nope."
An hour later . . . a computerized phone call from his high school . . . someone had driven by the school and shot a bb gun at some of the windows, breaking a couple of them. Procedures were followed. No one was hurt. They are investigating.
"Did you hear about the shooting?!"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that."
"Did you hear an announcement or something?"
"No, I was in one of the rooms it happened to."
When did gun fire at your classroom windows become common place and forgettable?!?
I went looking for these scraps from blankets I made for baby Blue, visualizing blood red zig zags and pitch black bullets covering them.
It's gone a different direction, towards one of comfort and protection. I can try to stitch it, if nothing else.
