At nine PM on New Year’s Day 2020, it’s quiet in my neighborhood.
Two earsplitting reports in quick succession rip the peace: POP-POP. A second or two of silence, then one more: POP.
I recall an old cartoon in which a man says, “False alarm, everyone! It’s just gun shots. For a moment I thought it was a car backfiring.”
I switch off my lights and window-peep into the unyielding darkness.
The incident is unresolved. The reality, however, is that what sounds like gunfire now probably is. That’s where we are where I live.
(c) 2020 JMN