Dirt

Cynthia

This was tragic and brought rage into my heart, I knew Bernard better than most and all I could think about was him not teen feet away from me dead under another dead body in a pool of blood.

I could over hear Strawberry and Grey talking to the left of the field we where at.

"What happened?" Strawberry asked or more like demanded, I knew he had to be furious to.

"Some Slicks, bout five of them cruised up on boards bitching about some cat fight between their girls and ours, called ours dirty, nasty, broads, told us to keep our 'mutts' away from their 'purebred', and well Bernard over heard-"

Grey cut off rubbing his for head when he started again he seemed to be talking louder, angrier.

"He knew he was talking about Linda and some others, he couldn't take no more of them dissin our girls so he went and lipped off about how before he and Irvan had dips had gotten with a few of the Slick's girls and how they used em to -mentioned a Garcia and it was all over, he talked about all the unruly thing he and the chick did -the chick was Dale's girlfriend- he bounded Bernard full speed and had he not picked up that brick there was no talk, Bernard would have won but the bastards fight dirty, it was pretty much over before it started" Grey finished with a glance at me

I looked away though Strawberry noticed no difference

"What about Dale how'd he out it?" Strawberry pressed curious

"Linda" Grey stated

"She came outta the wood works with a piece fixing to do one good -and she did"

Grey stopped, staring at the sun intently -and I can swear to this day that I saw a slight smile on the face of that boy

The day Bernard Walker made his flight to heaven.