A. Papatya Bucak has a short story published in Pindeldyboz, Me, Then. I love her stream of consciousness writing, the way she repeats phrases in barely changed forms, and, most of all, her truthfulness.
Because though it may seem the worst has happened--someone has been killed--it wasn't the worst. Because it didn't happen to you, or your children, or your husband; it happened to someone you knew once when you were young and she was young, and who you hadn't spoken to in what will now be forever.
I like this because it is a reminder of how we tend to distance ourselves from horror and injustice, when we have the option, in order to survive.