Back Streets…A Novella.


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BACK STREETS

2:30 A.M.
THE GALLERY IS UNUSUALLY QUIET EXCEPT FOR A COUGH HERE AND THERE.
EARLIER IT WAS ALIVE WITH THE MANY STORIES THAT ARE TOLD EVERY NIGHT.
THE LIGHTS WERE LOW, JUST ENOUGH FOR THE OFFICER TO MAKE HIS ROUNDS WITHOUT CREATING TOO MUCH OF A SHADOW.
WHILE KARIMBE LAYS IN A PEACEFUL SLEEP ENJOYING A SCENERY FAR FROM HIS PRESENT CONDITIONS, WHERE HE’S BEEN FOR THE PAST THIRTEEN YEARS.
IT ALL BEGAN WITH THE BOTCHED ATTEMPT TO AVENGE HIS MOTHER’S KILLING. AND WHAT HE DIDN’T EXPECT TO HAPPEN HAPPENED.
AS HE WATCHED THROUGH SLITTED EYES, HARD JAWS AND IN ALL HIS HATRED, THE SAME KILLERS WALKED INTO THE WHITE MAN’S COURT TO EXACT SO-CALLED JUSTICE AGAINST HIM.
SUDDENLY, KARIMBE WAS STIRRED FROM HIS SLEEP. IT FELT AS THOUGH A BAD OMEN LEAPED INTO HIS BODY.
HE BLINKED SEVERAL TIMES TO GAIN FOCUS OF HIS DREADED SURROUNDINGS WHEN THE TAIL END OF SOMETHING WHITE CAUGHT HIS ATTENTION.
KARIMBE BECOMES INSTANTLY ALERT. HIS SENSES TRY TO KEY IN AND REASON WHAT HE JUST SEEN.
SO…HE RISES TO THE CELL BARS AND INCHES HIS EYE-SPY OUT FAR ENOUGH NOT TO ATTRACT ATTENTION. AS HIS SIGHT SETTLES ON THE THREE IMAGES, HE IS AMAZED THAT THEY ARE CREEPING DOWN THE GALLERY FULLY DRESSED IN THEIR CLAN OUTFITS.
AFTER DISAPPEARING AS SILENTLY AS THEY CAME, KARIMBE LAYS BACK TO WONDER WHO THEY TORMENTED TONIGHT.
AS HE CLOSES HIS EYES, IMAGES OF HIS FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE CLANNISH MENTALITY RETURNED.
NIGGER!
GET YO ASS IN THAT CAR BEFORE I REALLY SEE WHAT CHA’ MADE OF.
KARIMBE STRUGGLES WITH POLICEMEN, WHO ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BLOOD RUNNING DOWN THE SIDE OF HIS FACE.
KARIMBE GROANS AS HE’S KICKED IN HIS RIBS, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME HE’S LOSING CIRCULATION IN HIS HANDS BECAUSE THE TWO SCUM-DOGS FAILED TO PUT THE SAFETY ON THE CUFFS, SO THEY ARE TIGHTENING WITH EVERY STRUGGLE.
AS HE IS FINALLY PUSHED INTO THE CAR AND FALLS ON HIS FACE.
THE MORNING BELL RINGS AND HE AWAKES DRENCHED IN SWEAT.

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