I walked down Urban Street where the kid had taken the bullet last night.
The Community Center sat on the corner. It looked like a vacant lot. All the windows were boarded up.
I heard singing. A mournful gospel voice. I pulled open the door and edged in. The choir broke into a powerful cry.
A minister spoke as the choir subsided. He demanded change for the nieghbourhood. More jobs. More money. Stop the violence. Stop the drugs.
I saw who I had come for. He turned and saw me. He knew. When the choir started their next song, he walked down the aisle towards me.
‘I just wanted him to stop,’ he said. ‘I didn’t mean to kill him.’
‘You shouldn’t have shot him then,’ I replied and took him out the door.
Another beautiful Buffalo day, another family torn apart by gun violence.
So what’s new?
Written for ‘What Pegman Saw’, a weekly prompt based on a view from Google Maps. The idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 150 words based on the prompt. Full details can be found HERE.
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