A Split Second of Reality

Walking down a street of an exclusive subdivision, one characterized by a high sense of security among its residents as exhibited by unlocked gates and several non-gated houses, I see from the distance a young boy. He seemed to have been sent to the supermarket, judging by the pack of canned goods that he held in his left hand. On his other hand was something black that looked of no interest to me at first glance. Only as he raised his hand and pointed it at my direction did I realize, it was a gun. I heard no shot but he seemed content as he lowered his hand and entered his home.