The Dogs Ate Her Legs

I was drinking tea, eating toast and reading the paper. The sun was out and the sky was clear blue. Stevie Wonder was playing on the radio.
I scanned the headline and read the article.
On a rubble-strewn street lay the body of a roasted and charred child. Two bones were sticking out where her thighs had been. ‘The dogs ate her legs,’ he explains.It was about Gaza but could have been about any number of places.
I stopped eating.
The dogs ate her legs.
Below the article was an ad showing a kid on a bicycle. The bike was on sale.
The dogs ate her legs.I got up, walked around, looked out of the window. Outside, people were shopping and sitting in cafés.
The dogs ate her legs.
I sat back down and turned the page.
Then I read an article about Spanish nuns using YouTube to recruit new members.