It was in Florida, a pouring night of rain. An annoying sound, like a high pitched beeping, was replacing the silence within the store. He was waiting behind the counter containing rows of assorted sweets, like a group of diverse children. Each shelf within the store measured about six feet high and were filled with what many would call “food”. The man behind the counter stood counting the many dollar bills due to be handed out for change.
One customer had been brought inside of the store. He was an African American, a young boy with short black hair and had the eyes of an innocent child. He wore a black hoodie, absurdly too big for his body as if he were wearing a large plastic bag. He stood about six feet tall and showed no signs of misbehavior.
One customer had been brought inside of the store. He was an African American, a young boy with short black hair and had the eyes of an innocent child. He wore a black hoodie, absurdly too big for his body as if he were wearing a large plastic bag. He stood about six feet tall and showed no signs of misbehavior.