THE WAY IT WENT DOWN: YOU CAN'T GO BACK

The woman at the Starbucks kiosk was talking to me for maybe ten, maybe twenty seconds, and I was just standing there staring off into space, because all I could see were the dead children on the white, patterned wall over the water feature behind her. Negatives, outlined in white. Scattered and sprawled above the tumbling water which stank of chlorine.