Candles

by AJRedRobin

These stories are meant to be a memorial for those who are lost to violence. They are meant to be comforting. The first for those lost in July, the second for those who were lost . . . They can represent any loss. No disrespect was ever intended.

19. Chapter 19

A Moment of Silence: For the Children

By

AJ

A moment of silence, a pregnant pause, waiting for words to be born. It can be brief and carry with it the sudden burst of noise like a shot out of the blue. It can be long, waiting patiently for whatever may come, a life to be born, a prayer to be spoken. A moment before action is taken.

A moment of silence; that is what is often called for when there is a tragedy, to give thanks, or before a word of praise. So much is said in a moment of silence than when there is a room full of people chatting about inconsequential things.

A moment of silence given for the loss of children and teachers, which no one should have to do, is the most painful of all. No parent should have to bury their child. Such silence is eternal. The voices of children have been silenced forever. No more will they play, or learn, their voices silenced forever.

Red Robin sat on the edge of a rooftop, his feet pulled up where his knees are bent, his head buried into his arms. Not again, not again. Lighting a candle seemed so pointless. It wasn't easing his mine, his spirit, or stopping the violence. When will it end? All Red Robin could do was cry, cry for the children who were lost.

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