Chasing Butterflies (2016)
“Sha’Quita says in her annoying singsong voice.
I glance over to see whom she’s talking about.
It’s a boy.
Figures.
He’s tall, real tall.
Maybe like six-four or more.
Lean.
Muscled.
Smooth, dark chocolate skin.
Dreads.
Half-sleeve tattoos on both arms.
He walks up and scoops her in his arms. He’s wearing designer jeans, designer T-shirt, designer sneakers, and a NY Nets fitted cap pulled down over his eyes. “Yo, what’s good, babe? How you?” He glances over at me and stares. Then he grins crooked...ly.
I shift in my seat on the hard step.
In the same spot I always sit.
At the bottom of the stairs.
I shift my gaze from his.
The heat index all of sudden seems to rise.
Hotter.
“Ooooh, I’m good now, boo,” Sha’Quita coos, brushing up on him. “And I’ll be even better when you stop playin’ ’n’ let me get a taste of that meat juice.”
I frown.
He laughs. “Yo, Quita, you wild as fawwk, yo.”
“Uh-huh. But I’m real, boo.”
He steps back, still looking over at me.MoreLess
I glance over to see whom she’s talking about.
It’s a boy.
Figures.
He’s tall, real tall.
Maybe like six-four or more.
Lean.
Muscled.
Smooth, dark chocolate skin.
Dreads.
Half-sleeve tattoos on both arms.
He walks up and scoops her in his arms. He’s wearing designer jeans, designer T-shirt, designer sneakers, and a NY Nets fitted cap pulled down over his eyes. “Yo, what’s good, babe? How you?” He glances over at me and stares. Then he grins crooked...ly.
I shift in my seat on the hard step.
In the same spot I always sit.
At the bottom of the stairs.
I shift my gaze from his.
The heat index all of sudden seems to rise.
Hotter.
“Ooooh, I’m good now, boo,” Sha’Quita coos, brushing up on him. “And I’ll be even better when you stop playin’ ’n’ let me get a taste of that meat juice.”
I frown.
He laughs. “Yo, Quita, you wild as fawwk, yo.”
“Uh-huh. But I’m real, boo.”
He steps back, still looking over at me.MoreLess
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