Bless you.

Wednesday, I pass the stop sign. I look left, then right, and cross. On this Wednesday, lives keep moving as if Sunday never happened. On Sunday, tragedy unfolded. A couple people died. By Monday, there was a strike. Walls were vandalized to be seen. Cause this can’t be it. On Tuesday, someone sneezed. One said, bless you. The other said nothing. On Wednesday, someone said wage war. The others went to work.