Just Another Day

Voices outside.

3. Rough. Male.

Cocaine. They take turns.

“‘I fuckin kicked his head in’”

My niece. Going outside.

Shes got no idea. Too young.

She wants to play. Little ball in her hand.

I stand up. Heart beats quicker. But I’m not scared.

Cant be. Been here too many times.

Fuck it.

Grab my _. One hand in my pocket. Go out.

Laughing stops. Surprise. Eyes wide.

Cocaine. Fear. Low level aggression.

‘You gotta leave.’ They look at me.

Stunned. 3 vs 1.

Try me. I fuckin dare you.

My eyes say the words.

‘Sorry mate.’

They leave.

She plays. I go back to eating.

Breathe out.

Just another day in the hood.

Fuck.