Shortest story

The flashing lights stopped filling up the windows; the sirens at last quieted.

“You can’t know what happens in this neighborhood,” she sighed.  “Who has the time?”

He thought about the row of school busses this morning, nodded.  It could have been worse.

If only he knew.

Thinking about the 3 minute fiction challenge NPR issues periodically, and wondered if I could tell a story in three sentences.  Is this a beginning?  Or a whole story with a Gone Girl-style ending?  Much like yesterday’s entry, I want to keep a sentence or two for the future.

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