Friday, May 25, 2012


Seen on the Brown Line to the Loop at about 10:15 p.m., May 24th, 2012 

Omar sprained his ankle while he was stealing an iPhone. It was supposed to be simple. He’d pull her hair, hard, so her head snapped back. He’d snatch the phone from her hand, make a run for it. He’d sell it up on Devon, get a few hundred bucks. First, he’d buy himself a strong drink. Or two. Then he’d buy his son that new video game he kept going on about. Val hadn’t let Omar in the house for a while, and he was hoping her son’s happy face might soften her up.

Everything went according to plan until Omar tripped on the L platform stairs. He felt a painful heat pluck through his muscles as his ankle bent too far in the wrong direction. He heard the iPhone shatter on the concrete. Omar grasped the railing and pulled himself up; he hobbled away as far and as fast as he could, leaving his ruined prize behind. He did have one bit of luck that day—he found a crutch in a dumpster near his apartment. Ultimately, though, what good is a crutch to a life that’s as broken as Omar’s? 

Thanks to everyone who voted for me in The Reader's contest! I appreciate it. The winners are announced sometime in June. We shall see...

I, for one, am very excited about this holiday weekend. There will hopefully be blues dancing tonight, and there will DEFINITELY be soul dancing tomorrow night. My cousin's baby is being baptized on Sunday, so there will be some time spent with the fam. There will probably not be a story on Monday, because I will be enjoying my day off. I hope you have exciting weekend plans, too.

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