Noosh Powell

Christopher looked ahead at the echoing sea of protestors gradually silencing as they made their way downtown. He had left Jimmy and Quarren behind when he could see it turning violent. Christopher wasn’t that type and although his passion burned, he couldn’t let anything scupper his scholarship to MIT. He reminisced his own experience with the cops. That one stupid moment with Jimmy and that ½ gram. He was never supposed to be there. Jimmy had taken the hit. “Ten months”, he sighed. His eyes narrowed, looking at the volume of discarded posters along the park. The Black Lives Matter movement… finally, things might change.

Seed by Noosh Powell. Image by Moe Kite.

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