I scanned the eery street,wind blew with a whooshing howl and my closed world felt even lonelier. Glancing from left to right as I moved forward,I spotted movement from an alley in the same direction the shot had been fired, sure of myself that I’d caught Ray’s murderer I ran to that dark alleyway, but what awaited me was an ordeal I wasn’t capable of handling.

Created by two buildings, an alleyway nice and pretty sat narrowly filled in by shadow. Clothes hung on a clothesline to dry in the sun. Everywhere surrounding this alley was peaceful, as if everyone had just decided the sky was blue, the sun warm, and the breeze just right so why not take a nap. On occasion you’d see one of those weren’t quite tired, take a pleasant stroll down the beaten dirt street managing to pass a scene so tragic the world should’ve wept. When I got into that cool alley I saw before me a trembling young boy, he looked to be about six or seven. I looked into wide brown eyes streaming with tears, they held fear, and his tiny hands held a revolver. My anger stopped replaced with confusion he looked so scared. I wanted to hold him in my arms and tell him he was safe he didn’t have to be afraid, I wouldn’t hurt him. My vision blurred and for a brief moment I saw myself images of my past smudging and blending with the present.

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