Far away, the people surrounded the tornado killer. Still keeping a cautious distance from him, but standing around with some purpose. Don’t look. I saw them begin to take out their sharp tools. Scissors, knives, saws— I turned away. Something had been ripped out of me. I sank to the ground. Everything was blurry. I couldn’t breathe. Don’t look. I knew what they were doing. Everyone was getting their fair share of the tornado killer except for me.
