Fiction | January 24, 2019

There were fires burning out of control and rioting and looting going on outside, and now and then the cackle of gunfire somewhere snapped the peace of our usually quiet streets. Later I’d learn that some forty people were shot and killed before the rioting was over, but I didn’t know that then.

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