Little Town of Reincarnation
Once upon a time, there was a little town… whose name escapes me. The name of the town is not important. It is probably better to forget the name of the town altogether, because what happened there was horrible.
You’ve always loved the small-town life. Some people found their way to this town, others were born here. Everyone says hello in passing on the street, and you can reach every necessary service by walking or biking. Life is good.
As you are cooking dinner, you are startled by the voice of the local news anchor uttering the word “murder”. "Murder?" you think. "Here?" You walk closer to the television so you can hear it better. “…quite horrible. His body was discovered by our police force after being reported ‘missing’ by his wife. The death has been ruled as homicide, and we cannot provide pictures or video of the scene.”
As you turn away from the television, you instinctively walk toward your windows that face the center plaza. Nearly everyone in town has a window of this sort facing the plaza. You live in a ‘green’ community that employed the best urban planners – and this was their idea. As you peer out, you can see the police and medical examiner’s vehicles outside one of the buildings across the plaza. People are milling around, some standing in place – rubbernecking. All of a sudden, you see a man exit the building too fast for his legs, because he trips and falls on the stoop. He sits there on his hands and knees - and promptly loses his lunch.
Your imagination runs wild.