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Paint a scene of the vaguely purple sky setting the precursor to sunset's last light.
Looking up Central Avenue as the building lights are coming up visible through the mirrored windows.
passing out change to the occasional panhandler on my way home from the theater, watching the moon recede into shadow, eclipsed.
Down the street, around the corner, in the direction of the County building and Madison Street Jail, staccato crack rings through the corridor_of_shadows.
pause
another
and a third
people on distant sidewalks craning necks to see what's going on
no indication, no additional units called in
Whoever fired hit what they aimed for, it can be assumed.
No one on the street seemed to fall
Careful precision, i guess.
no stray bullets to mark the passers-by
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