I pretend I don’t hear gun shots afar off.
Fourth of July’s in three weeks. It’s just fireworks. Drunk frat brothers shooting off exploding rockets for practice.
But I back inside just to be safe, close the sliding glass door to the balcony and lock it.
Money and privilege doesn’t mean a thing these days. You can be a United States congressman and still be targeted. How many presidents absorbed the bullet? How many of them lived?
I’m only here for the weekend though. Be back in Chi-Town by Monday, where I recognize the gang bangers who shoot me.
word count: 100
—Nortina
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Well done and sadly too real..
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I wish it wasn’t.
Thanks for reading!
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Dear Nortina,
Chilling and well written social commentary. Too much truth to it. 😦
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Very nice.
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Don’t think I’d feel particularly safe in Chicago or most larger cities. Well written.
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No place seems to be all that safe these days…
Thanks for reading! 🙂
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I like this very much. Well written and so true.
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The scary part is that it’s true. The world we live in…
Thanks for reading!
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My pleasure.
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Very true, better the place you know.
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Unfortunately! Thanks for reading!
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Oof. What a comment on America today.
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Truly. Thanks for reading!
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How ironic. Very good, Nortina.
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Yes, the irony! Thanks for reading!
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Great voice and sense of unease in this. Well done.
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Thanks for reading!
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concise, descriptive, heart-felt, well-done.
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Thank you!
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