The Morning News

Unable to sleep I sit up and open eyes, turn on the morning news. The traffic is thin, the weather is fair, and two children have died drowning. The older girl in jeans and shirt, her younger brother in trunks, they died together, one jumping in after the other who was struggling near the bottom of the community pool. Panning over the scene, the water is shown, as is the house where children once lived, bickering and laughing and running about. Mother's sobs pierce through the scene. Breathing isn't enough for her, her wind's been stolen too. The announcer frowns a bit and it's on to the war, more children drowning in a raging sea.