The Look

Bad memories sliced through like a train. If they caught him, he would end up on the tracks, somewhere, missing. He was out of breath.

Body and feet cooking…

They rushed him like a wave. Spinning and flipping from all angles. He was planning a vacation, but not this. Not now. He had kids to pick up. A girl and his side chick too. 

He thought of begging, then remembered that has never saved a soul.

They dragged him to the alley. The hoods arena. Fans cheered, children awed, rivals evened the score.

The bullets lit him on fire. Left his body and feet cooking…

Image From the movie “King of New York”