Ripple Effect | A 5-Minute-FreeWrite
When Bob Fisher learned that his daughter had been found dead by the river with a hook piercing through her lips, he reacted as matter-of-factly as if he had been told that it would be cold in November.
“Some things you can anticipate without being a fortune teller,” he said. His coldness was the main reason he was taken into custody a few days later. “What do you want me to say?” he yelled at the interrogator. “I lost count of how many times I told her to stop taking those stupid pictures. If she never cared about my concerns, why should I care about the result?”
He was released after a few more kids washed up along the river. Same MO.
Concerned parents started to meet when a boy was found pinned to a bathroom mirror, his cell phone hanging from his broken neck. Two more were found embracing the mirrors of elevators.
They called it "the selfie killer." The rampage forced some parents to start walking the walk. Most kids in town stopped posting on social media. Some even threw their phones into the river.
The ripples from a phone thrown over the bridge reached the ripples from a stone thrown from under it. The shadow of a man standing up by the shore intertwined with the shaking shadows of three men sitting by a fire.
“What next, Bob?” one of them asked.
“What would they call someone who rid this world from…”
The loud music and screams from a passing car full of teenagers swallowed the rest of Bob’s sentence.
“… from that?” he finished.
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