I didn't really write a piece of fiction today and I didn't use anything to prompt me. I wrote about the riots. It's difficult to focus on anything else at the moment. It's difficult to ignore what's going on all over the city, when you can hear police sirens in the distance all the time and see the helicopters hovering in the sky. It's difficult not to think about the people who lost their homes and their shops.
It's difficult to turn the news off.