Scarred to Death

The drone of fans filled the tenement building, dozens of plastic and aluminum blades filling the silence and stirring the humid air.  I was warned not to take this shortcut, but going through this section cut 8 minutes off my drive time and I was running late for class.  I heard the stories of people getting killed here during the riots, but they were over, however the weather was getting hot and hot weather makes people do crazy things.  The light turned yellow and I stopped, being the first at the line with many cars behind me.  In six more blocks, I would be at the campus looking for a parking spot and then heading to class.

As I waited for the light to turn, two cars filled with black guys came from my right and they pulled over just after the intersection and got out with weapons (knives and sticks) and they started fighting each other.  A bus pulled up to the intersection and one of the guys slapped his hands up against the windshield and said, “We are fighting here”, so the bus stopped in its tracks.  This was about 9:45 AM and all the people living in the tenement building started pouring out on to the street, to see what was going on.  I looked around and I did not see another white face, so when that light turned green for me, I gunned it.  School was almost over for me, as I was graduating in another two weeks, so I never took that shortcut again.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.

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