"She saw my face: a bright white skull." -Adam Golaski, from Color Plates

Offended

In a split-instant, everything stops moving. The train blowing it’s horn, the car turning abruptly, the squirrel hopping onto the tree, the woman and the woman spinning hand in hand, the deer bounding out of the forest, the lion close at it’s heels, owls hanging upside down, the baby flying through the air, the explosion, and me, unable to breathe, without the slightest idea of what was going on—the deafening, constant noises of that moment.