In the Neighborhood

by Linda Lowe

Around the corner came the gunmen, bent on ambushing the ice cream trucks for their treats. I reached for my dad’s shotgun, which had stood idle in the garage for a million years. I was about to say, “Pull,” aiming high, but they all skedaddled when a pizza parlor opened up next door. It was all long windows with cafe curtains swept to the sides, where children flipped pizzas, (mostly pepperoni), high into the air. When it closed that evening, my dad spoke up. It was the tenth anniversary of his death, and I looked forward to wishing him well.

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Linda Lowe's stories and poems have appeared in Misfit Magazine, Eunoia Review, The Beatnik Cowboy, BOMBFIRE, and others.