Aaron Glover

Little Black Book

Darius sat at the table eyeing the duffle bag cautiously. He knew eventually he had to open it and see what it contained, but remained glued to the chair recapping the events of the day. What was supposed to be a routine pickup from his uncle turned into disaster in a matter of moments. Everything happened so quickly and he was still trying to make sense, slowly playing each moment back in his head over and over again, almost as if he thought hard enough he would be able to change what had taken place. He knew he couldn’t, but it was his own way of coping with and accepting reality.