Dark alleys full of littered trash and worn paths, The clearest sky, filled with an egg-white crescent. A square shaft of gold graces a damp brick barricade, Clicks of remote control buttons, it’s Friday evening; Static noise congests the humid air, sick coughing— Sorry to disturb your program, there is a storm approaching, Young lady with dull lead eyes speaks, disappointments Must have lead her here, shuffling stark white papers, Stating to all a good night, 9 o’clock news. Slim fingers clutch the black piece of plastic, flipping Through channels, ten, eleven, twelve, and finally pushing the overused power button and heaving into fatigue, a plump grubby khaki couch. Tomorrow the sunbeams would rendezvous with him, The lady with the coal eyes smiles, plastic smiles, In awe at the shambles her life is in, and he would, As well, pass away the hours, watching her, observing the world, through the black box in his living room. Awaiting the storm the woman speaks of.
Minhal Baig goes by the nickname “Minnie B”. She’s a fifteen year old student at Northside College Preparatory High school and passes away the precious hours of her life writing academically as well as creatively. Minnie is currently a ninth grader with many dreams and aspirations to become recognized in the literary field.