“Greyhound, bro, I’ma duck off in Arkansas with my pop’s family. Already let ‘em know that a nigga was comin’.”
“Alright, cool. I’ll be there in like fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“Fa sho’. I love you, bro.”
There was silence for a time as Kreon cupped his hand around a Black & Mild and sparked it up, blowing out smoke.
“I love you too, my nigga.” He disconnected the call and slipped the device inside of his pocket. Stepping to the door, he thought he heard someone sniffling and crying. This caused his forehead to deepen with crevasses. He looked to his mother’s bedroom. Taking the thin cigar from out of his mouth, he blew smoke and made a beeline for her domain. He knocked on her door and called her name, but he didn’t receive an answer. Next, he turned the knob and entered, crossing th
