August 3, 2007

Sneakers

Jimmy’s corner store. Aisles narrow as a snake hole.
“Yo, you stepped on my sneakers, man!� Gold tooth flashing. Other teeth locked.
“So, what you gone do!? Feeling froggy? Jump, fool!� A hand darts to baggy Silver Tabs.
“My bad, yo. Wasn’t you.�
Both walk out to cool air.

Posted by wrjacobs at August 3, 2007 2:22 PM
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