Edna was a note taker. She was always jotting down in her binder everything she saw, she heard, and how she felt about what she saw and heard. And Edna felt deeply about all of it.
She was an active observer who was intrigued by the way her fellow human beings behaved. It’s not that she was a self-righteous prig. Far from it. She accepted how people were, be they the politicians in the halls of government, the billionaire entrepreneurs in their mansions or on their yachts, or the derelicts who lived on the street and barely got by.
But she wasn’t prepared that day when her keen observations of her fellow humans took her to a certain place at a certain time. She heard the thunderous cracks of rapid gunfire from a semiautomatic weapon, mowing down those that most intrigue her, solely due to the color of their skins, the way they prayed, or who they loved.
And then she, herself, felt the searing pain, a pain like everything else Edna felt, she felt deeply. Her note taken days ended abruptly that day, as one of those by whom she was most intrigued betrayed her.
Written for these daily prompts: E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (jotting), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (active), Your Daily Word Prompt (prig), The Daily Spur (accept), Word of the Day Challenge (derelict), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (thunderous).