Battle at the Bodega

“Mister Lowell…Mister Lowell…Mister Low –”

“Huh? Sorry, detective.”

“I need you to answer a few more questions.”

Mr. Lowell knelt down and put his face in his hands, his knees quickly covered in blood. Sobs.

“He’s just a kid. I would have just given him some cash if he had put down the gun.”

“There was nothing you could do,” said the detective. “You had to protect your employees. We have your firearm. I’ll give you a minute.”

The detective left the bodega and headed into the chaos of ambulance lights and police sirens. Eyes watched from all angles.

Mr. Lowell sat by the lifeless body and held his hand. “You are not my son, but you are someone’s son. I am sorry,” he said as he wept from his gut.


About mattdevir

I live with my wife – and inspiration – in Point Pleasant, New Jersey. I have written and produced television shows for The Discovery Channel, TLC, HGTV, and Baby First Television. In addition to reading my work here, you can also find it on, Istanbul Literary Review, and Pure Slush. I have many nicknames – Benny, Baber, and Beaver being the most popular. Every now and then someone calls me Faber. Feel free to use any of those. I understand my last name is a bit tough.
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