Brice's community gave a delusion of goodness. The sun would shine then the next minute the streets were lined with dead bodies. Death happened without being notified. He grew up knowing he could be shot for just living. Mario and he had been told by their love ones to avoid going down dark alleys on the way home from school and crossing the street when a fool carry a gun in the open approach. How he could predicted this? They faced the same answers by their love ones, this was all the mess up crap they would have to deal with as Detroiters.
Bills would come due. Tattle Tell gang members and his neighbors like Hefty had no check to pay for them. They went out to steal, to kill and to sell drugs. If they didn't, they lived in fear of losing it all. Brice disagreed with the methods of surviving yet he understood the reason for crimes in his area.
“You’re not needed,” the coroner’s driver yelled to the ambulance workers getting out their van. One of them knocked over three MGM Leo sculptures, which crowded Statue’s yard.
Statue was a young guy Brice's age, who piled his grandmother's yard with gold-plated lion sculptures. The gigantic lions represented the kids shot down in the neighborhood. Brice's father tried to get the city to remove them after five of them. The statues stayed and it turned into a gaudy attraction for people who visited the community.
Statue yanked at his cornrow coming out the house, screaming. The workers from the coroner’s office continued rolling a stretcher toward Mario’s body. He grappled to turn two of the statues upright. He cared for them as though they were the kids.
Qadira’s eyes filled with tears. Brice reached for her hand. She caressed his hands first, pulling his to hers.
“Our Father which art…” Brice said, lowering his head.
“Who was the prayer for?” Qadira asked.
“I prayed to God for protection for you, your friends, and myself,” Brice said.
“Newbie, zipped the bag up all the way,” the driver said, stuffing Mario’s head in the bag. Brice covered his eyes. The image sliced a piece from his heart. "Don't be skirmished you're going to see a lot more of these."
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