The Wall

96

Moses had flattened himself against the ground as much as possible. Screams from people trying to reach safety. With one cheek pressed against the dirt, he could watch the street with one eye. He saw people who were in the same situation as he was. Searching for cover, lying on the ground. Nobody was shooting at this point.

Who had actually fired their guns? More yelling.

“…started…”

“…murder…”

Much he couldn’t understand. Panic-stricken people. A few were lying on the street. Dead or injured.

And who had been the target?

He saw the bare legs of the referee. A police officer. A civilian. Another cop. And someone who looked like a workman in tattered jeans but expensive shoes. Something was off in the image in front of him. However, before he could figure out what it was, someone across the street started shooting again.

His side of the street fired back immediately. He had to get out of here as quickly as possible. Moses pivoted in the dirt and crept off.