Akoni Alala

Singularity Disorder

On a crisp foggy morning with light rain, nothing could be heard on the early streets of New Haven. Nothing but the rhythmic stomps of a pair of boots. “ Raye, Raye! Slow down! What's the hurry?” Mikey called out. “What’s the hurry? We have a true blue homicide on our hands! A double one at that.” Raye's eyes were only set forward, he was determined, he felt alive. “Homicides happen all the time, what makes this one so special.” Raye stopped and looked back over his shoulder at Mikey as the rain bounced off his transparent umbrella. “It wasn’t scheduled. The Bureaucracy had nothing to do with it.” Mikey stopped in his tracks and had to gather himself. This time he matched Raye’s pace.