Some smiled at the young man. Others noticed his shivers and asked if they could help. Most were friendly. This was their place, carved out ages ago by their families. The building the young man watched had welcomed their parents, their grandparents and, even, for a few, their great-great-grandparents.
But there were some who didn’t smile.
Josh made a few calls on his mobile, had a few whispered conversations.
When the stranger pulled out the AK-47, the police were ready. Not a shot was fired.
All anyone could ask was how could this safe place, their place, become so dangerous?
With another recent shooting I had to go to a dark place. It is so awful that hatred seems to have taken over so much of our country.
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