The Pebble

by Wesley CF, age 11
The Pebble Wesley is 11 years old and is in 6th grade. He likes writing, reading, cooking, biking, and filming his own short films. His dream is to become a therapist with a side job of a writer.

“I don’t know what to think / I don’t know if I should cringe / I don’t know if I should cry / I don’t know if I should be afraid.”

   

I don’t know what to think

I don’t know if I should cringe

I don’t know if I should cry

I don’t know if I should be afraid.

I don’t know.

I don’t know

who

what

where

and why.

All I know is that it happened

and it left people

devastated.

And that’s that.

Death is like a pebble dropping in a lake.

It’s a small pebble, but it leaves multiple ripples in the water.

Death spreads like ripples in a lake.

One single death can cause so many people to cringe

so many people to cry

so many people to be afraid.

One death can spread like a wildfire.

A wildfire

of tears.

I don’t know whether to laugh

to wonder

to talk

to worry

to be confused

to

feel.

I just know two people died

and

that’s that.

But the thing about death

is that just like a pebble

it causes ripples in a lake

but eventually the ripples will subside

and the pebble

will sink to the bottom

of the

water and

bury itself beneath the sand and

leaves.

 

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