T h e R i s i n g R e a l i t y | F l a s h F i c t i o n e S e r i e s | B y a t l a s b r o w n P a g e | 4
63 ' Thunderbird | Orange with gold rims: a star shines on the driver ' s side window. Clementine Jones likes to tilt his hat to the side with the windows rolled down in the heat as he grips the steering wheel.
The music is turned up inside the car; the Temptations reminded him of the good ole’ days that his pops talked about. He rolled down the car window …
" Leroy, what you doin," Clementine Jones yells.
The chocolate-muscular built man hollers back, " Getting ready to head back to that unit. You know man, it ' s hard out here for ah pimp!"
Sirens start to sound off as he sits in the car. Clementine Jones begins rolling up the window and decides to get a few more seconds of it.
~ He thought about Else’ s Donut Shop; they had been on Deloso Street for years. She was standing inside the shop that day on September 7, 1970.
Clementine Jones turns around. The sirens start up again. He continues to sit and smell the cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray.
He looks out the driver ' s side window – rolled halfway down and decides to get out the car. Years, months, and days had passed | Tomorrow would come. Clementine Jones had a number. The sound speaker came on and started to fizzle in and out.
A loud voice blurted out, " We need # 1127 to return to his cell before lockdown begins in two minutes!”