HELLO BALITMORE
Bre stood in the bathroom mirror as Nicole brushed her hair. Lately she had neglected her appearance. She starred blindly at her own reflection distant, disappointed in self. Bre could hear Nicole talk to her, way off in a distance, but Nicole was right behind her.
"Your friend Stringer came by." Nicole told her, she was her D'Angelo's aunt. The son Bre had just buried.
She stood there no reaction at all. Just in an unremittable pain and fatigued to the core. Bre reached out and touched herself in the mirror and finally began to talk.
"Stringer you say? Yeah String looks out." She said softly. "He's Avon best friend, they are really close."
Nicole spun Bre around and dazzled her a bright smile. Nicole was a cute woman, like seventh grade cute. She never lost that.
"Are you hungry? I could cook my dramatically, awesome lasagna. I haven' made that for you in years."
"No I think I want to go talk to my brother." Her thoughts had wondered behind the prison wall where her only son killed his self. It was the same prison her oldest brother still called home.
