Children

Children, they might get strangled. The warning label was cut off. He found it on the floor. He was looking to see if he had missed anything. Window blinds, he said. With the long cords. His girlfriend had taken them. They were hers. Maybe he should mail her the label. Just the label, no note. He didn’t have her new address though. He’d get it. He’d find her. Her blinds were dangerous. All this time living with her, he hadn’t known. They might kill. Not just a child, but all the children, strangled. He looked at the empty living room one last time. The sun was coming through the windows. He sent her a text: Children, they might get strangled.