A Little Neighborhood Diversion

Somebody shot at me tonight. Or at least in my general direction.

I was traveling west on a neighborhood street, stopped at a light, waiting to turn north onto a major artery. A car came from the north, had the light, and turned east — toward me.

Then, three shots — BAM, BAM, BAM. I saw the muzzle flash from the third one, coming from the back seat. The car kept on going.

It took a couple of seconds to soak in. I looked around — there were no other cars on the street, nor pedestrians.

Something to break the tedium, I guess.