The brazen panhandlers worked this corner full-time. She could get popped for attempting to bang on his window. Careful, he thought. He would be justified, these beggars had weapons on them. Didn’t want to become trigger happy. She gestured with her hand for Brice to roll down the window.
“Do you have some change?” She asked.
The corner had small shops and a Montgomery Ward on one side connected by a skywalk to Federal Department Store. A gigantic clock was visible on the wall of the brick building mall. Brice loved it here. He reminisced about pulling into Montgomery Ward grabbing a bag of chocolate or small box of fudge without being hassle.
Brice glared straight ahead. This used to be a good place for clothes shopping and to hang out on a Saturday. Yasmine visited daily to go window shopping. He gripped both his hands around the top of the steering wheel, reminding himself that she left him.
The area had deteriorated when the business owners trickled out, never to return. His parents blamed the rebellion in the 1960’s. The owners had no desire to be around the people who disrespected their property. The neighborhood crumbled as fewer jobs were available. Fear and guns replaced laughter and hanging out. The light changed, he drove on realizing she had been beyond his help.
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