Untitled (a story fragment) by Cameron Barrett The people on the television moved their mouths in silence. A woman in a red sweater and matching hair ornament mouthed words that could only be angry. The police tape flapped in a yellow frenzy, the wind silently whipping the trees into shape. It was dark, the blue and red lights luminating stricken faces and rows of dead. Piled high, the ambulance crews could not keep up with the created demand that was pouring forth from the building.