She watches the paramedics carry a body bag out the front door and down the concrete steps to the sidewalk. The body is heavy. One of the paramedics loses his grip. Kim can tell the body inside is hunched over and stiff, as if he’d been dead for hours before anyone found him. As if he were still face down on his bed, alone for God knows how long, a needle in his arm. Kim screams at them. “That’s my child! He is not a piece of garbage!”
I felt this. It felt so real as I was reading it.
Some of the women here have been using drugs most of their adult lives. Some are pregnant. Some have children.
The repeated use of "some" gives a dramatic effect.
Dispatcher: “Cincinnati 911.” Caller: “Hello! Yes, please, sir, my brother and his friend overdosed in my car. I picked them up at McDonald’s and they overdosed in my car.” “Where you at?” “I’m by the Rapid Run Park.” “Are they breathing?” “Yes.” “If they’re breathing, do not do CPR.” “But what if they’re blue?” “We’re sending the paramedics.” “OK. Please try to hurry.”
The dialogue between the dispactcher and caller was. nice to see. It made the story more real to me.
Jeremiah Dotson stands before the judge at the Hamilton County Courthouse, hands shackled behind his back
This was good because I actually envisioned this in my head as I was reading it.
dreary
good descriptive word.