Still On My Journey (Sample)

Fredrick Sledge
“What do they call you?”
The old fellow’s eyes are black and shine like crystals.
“Everybody calls me Big Tee.” Big Tee turns back around and
yells for Harvey. “Harvey come on over here, for a minute.”
Harvey does not flinch and keeps his head down. He has a
piece of paper in his right hand. Harvey scans the paper with his
finger as he reads. Finally, he lifts his head, and stares around
the pod, as if he is lost. Harvey rises out of his seat. He stretches
his arms up in the air and takes off in the direction of the cell.
Big Tee struts on past Harvey with his arms swinging from left
to right. His style is straight out of the seventy’s movie Super
Fly. The only thing missing is his butterfly collar, bell bottom
pants, and them two-inch stacks.
Harvey is at the cell door. “Talk to me, because I got to get
back to what I am doing.”
Fred wastes no time. “I need some help with the law.”
Harvey leans back like the matrix. “You need some help,
huh?”
Fred second guesses his decision. Maybe inquiring about a
jail house lawyer was not the right thing to do. “Yes, I need
help. And Big Tee suggested that I talk to you. He said that you
could help me out.”
Harvey looks furious with his eyebrow pointed upward. Fred
hopes that he has not upset him. Harvey has a hot cup of
steaming coffee in his right hand. He raises the cup up to his
mouth and slurps on the coffee like it is his last sip.
“Youngster! How old are you?”
“I am twenty years old!” Fred has no problem with revealing
his age. Harvey is surprised. “You are twenty! So, can you
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