Freaky Friday

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Art by JD Banke-Tailgater

He just moved. Deciding to try something new. He went hiking because that’s what everybody, his new neighbors, coworkers did.

He was from the city. And Black people from the city don’t go into the woods unless something bad happened or was about to happen, to get rid of evidence or retrieve it.

He got lost and needed help. He knew he should’ve stuck to his rules, this one learned from scary movies involving Blacks. He heard a sound and didn’t run away.

“Boy, if your friends could see you now.” He thought as he maneuvered like a victim towards the sound.

As he got closer, the sound became familiar. He saw puffs of smoke in the shape of a peach. He ran now, deeper in, to a cabin where he saw a girl twerking over a fire, drying off her beaver.

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Anthony Markland
Anthony Markland

Written by Anthony Markland

I write to breath. I write to give. I write for happiness.

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