Solar Graffiti by Isaac Kirkman

“This shit’s getting old. As soon as I get this money I’m bouncing.” John said, blotting the sweat from his cornrows as the southern sun scrawled across the sky like solar graffiti. “It’s done been old, boo.” Juanita replied, wiping down her side of the car at the carwash where they worked in Greenville, South […]