Knife Point

“Hi. My son was held up at knife point on the way home from school yesterday.”

“Okay,”

“Ye, I just wanted to log that I’ll be picking him up from now on – just to make sure he’s safe.”

“Okay, I’ll make a note of that for you.”

“Thanks.”

And that was that. I stood there for a moment, lingering a moment too long, processing the seeming normality of it all.

My colleague looked at me, shaking his head and laughing. “This is real life, Jess.”

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