Got no heart for fun today. There is no joy in Mudville.
I mean, I know worse things happen every day. More people die than I can possibly know, and every person’s death is an occasion of sorrow for at least one person.
The deaths of innocents, caused by the selfishness or disregard of other people are more worthy of noting and protesting and mourning, but these guys touched my heart and gave me joy and I’ll miss them.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character mourns for someone they’ve never met.