#192: Gore

The man with the knife stabs the pregnant lady who holds another child in her arms.

A giraffe lies with its neck stabbed. A small girl looks on. No one else can see her so she signs before moving on to the next enclosure.

Many birds fly into a particular window on a high rise in Las Vegas. There is something about the shape and colour of the glass that draws them in to what they think is a forest. They crash, beak first, into the glass. Over time, the outer pane of the window has developed a crack and the older woman on the ground floor is forever putting birds in the bins.

A group of school children are welcomed into a prison. They head straight to the showers.

No one sees the man with the camera.

I cut my hand in the side of the glass table. I cleaned it up before you came back.

ENDS

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