A second chance to survive the North Philly streets

If only for a moment, John Scarbrough saw it coming. The gun. The shooter. The flash. And then he heard the noise, so loud and so quick and so final. It was familiar, the cold sound of gunshots. He'd pulled a trigger. But never had that sound been followed by the piercing pain Scarbrough felt in his thighs as he reached for the piece that somehow was missing from its normal hiding place.