this morning #405.

this morning, outside of his bedroom window, the extreme summer heat had transformed & the streets had suddenly begun to burn. the police had carried out a raid on an after-hours bar a few hours earlier. many hours later, the reverberations from that single event would still be echoing throughout the city. as he laid on his bed flipping through his copy of fantastic four #52 for the hundredth time, random gun shots occasionally tore him away from the world of wakanda. all day, his mom had been pacing the kitchen with the telephone cradled up against her ear, a worried look on her face. it would be hours until he saw his dad again & when he did, both his parents looked broken.