
Purified book tour
Elizabeth s. sullivan
Elizabeth s. sullivan
excerpt

The Chicago Park teemed with summer life. Amber light washed over the
lazy sun worshippers, glazing them in a healthy hue they did not earn. Dogs
chased invisible balls and actual Frisbees in the wet grass, almost tripping
women pushing baby strollers worth the price of a small car. The low thrum of
conversations, an intermittent rebuke handed down to an out-of-line participant
was suddenly obliterated by a shrill, inhuman wail. A collective sucking in of
breath heralded the series of joy crushing waves everyone knew were coming.
Wave One: a young boy collapsed near a group of teenage girls. Normally
squealers, the girls silently tried to ease the boy out of his fetal
position. Reluctantly, onlookers
approached, knowing their light reverie was scrolling into some kind of weird
nightmare.
Wave Two: a chorus of other worldly screaming came out of children as
they abandonede the swings.
Wave Three: a man screeching, “Get the kids away from the goddamned
sandbox, get them OUT OF THERE. Call the cops, there’s a bloody hand sticking
out of the sand.” Human sobs were accompanied by police sirens, almost if they
were keeping tempo to the chaos. People fled from the blood and the sand.
Wave Four: a murdered adolescent girl’s mutilated hand reached out of
the sand, tripping the boy whose summer dreams would become nightmares, as
would the entire city’s.
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