Hell’s Kitchen
Feb 22nd, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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We were the grounds crew at a minor league ballpark in the city. “I was about a hundred feet away. He lifted the gun and just…” Gerry looked away.
“That’s never happened to me,” Harry thought. “What do I say?”
“I ducked for cover.” He wiped his face and squatted to give his knees a break.
“Most of those people in that crowd…They don’t know. They live in the suburbs and they just come in for the game.”
“POP!” The shot came from the houses beyond center field.
“I gotta get outta this city,” Gerry said. “Any way possible.”
From Guest Contributor Steve Colori
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