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ALL THOSE WHO SEE.
He made an obscene gesture that required two of his pale fingers to spread, placing them on either side of his mouth.
I hadn't known what it meant though however it wasn't directed towards me (At least I think)
Behind my shoulder was a strawberry blond, freckles littering her face.
Mikey Wilson played for the baseball team (The Alabama Hawks), they had a game tonight which I planned to go to.
I sat at my desk my stare intent on Mikey, even when he caught me staring, I held his gaze.
He let his fingers fall to the side of the wooden desk.
And smiled at me.
• • •
Mikey's black curls had been slicked back, his torn leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders.
He wore his special, white sleeveless shirt under which accentuated the rippling abs beneath.
Mikey usually smoked before his games it helped him focus better.
He popped a cigarette in his mouth before leaning on his navy, Chevrolet impala engaging in a conversation with two other guys.
I could lip read, I had gotten better.
His rosy, plump lips parted on each word as I spelled it out.
F R E A K S H O W.
My heart thumped as his eyes lifted from the brunettes head and landed on me from afar.
• • •
YOU ARE READING
All Those Who See { A 1960's Interracial Novelette }
Historical FictionKimberly Smith resides in a rural slum located in Alabama, Birmingham with her mother. In 1963 news was spreading fleetly of the civil right riots happening downtown to put an end to "Whites-only" lunch counters and segregation. To come in terms wit...
