caught in the crossfire
She was 11,
peddling dope on the corner
for the money to buy a Happy Meal
It was a driveby -
her brother's rival gang
from a neighboring project
She stood for a moment
blinking in disbelief
at the blood on her mittens
then fell
alone
to the ground
another casualty
in an unending urban war
that never made the newspaper
Posted by Amanda at December 16, 2002 03:18 PM
