Later, after the bombs went off, after
the monstrous black clouds they sent up dissipated in the gentle breeze, after the shooters, whoever they might have been, pocketed their stubby handguns and vanished into the crowd, after the police ceased returning fire and attempted instead, with their superior presence, to control a multitude run amuck, it would be clear it was a bullet to the head that killed her.
Just last night it had looked like the end of the world was nigh; heavy, low - lying
clouds, ominously
black and
monstrous, had raced across the sky as the rain came down in torrents of biblical proportions.