What have you done?

It’s a short one today. I’ve spent the evening making order out of the disarray in my guest room. A good friend of mine is visiting this weekend and I’m sure she’ll appreciate having a place to sleep where she doesn’t have to share the pillow with random empty boxes.

I’ve been relistening to the first season of Serial. It’s just as fascinating the second time through. I’m sharing today’s First Sentence because it’s the only one that could even pretend to try and be reminiscent. It’s from 1/29/2013, so there’s obviously no actual relation.

I’ve walked five paces from your front door when I hear the gunshot. I’ve never heard one before, not in real life, only the loud cracking backfires that I sometimes imagined were distant shots. Now the real thing is tingling in my ears and I know it’s impossible to confuse with anything else.

My legs are weak, unsteady, as I turn on the spot. What have you done?

Full disclosure, I have no personal experience with hearing a gunshot and I’ve read some conflicting things in terms of how recognizable they are. The above could be total bullshit.