written by Shameka Erby @ShamekaErby
Micah boarded the bus and took a seat in the back. It was nearly empty, just him and two other people, but it could have been full and he wouldn’t have noticed. He sighed deeply and leaned back, closing his eyes. Work had sucked, as usual. But a job was a job, right? And without it, he was a bum. His mother had made that abundantly clear to his father, and Micah had remembered it his entire life. Without this job, he was an unemployed, shiftless, bum. And there was nothing worse than that. Micah relaxed for the ride, occasionally opening his eyes to take in his surroundings and gauge how much further he had to go. When he got to his stop, he pulled the cord and hopped up, making his way to the door. It opened and he was out on the street, wishing it was still early enough to get a loosie. He shook his head and threw his hands in his jacket pockets, making his way up the street to his house. When he got to the aging two-story, he stared up at it. He’d grown up in this house, with his parents and maternal grandmother. His parents were gone, but Gigi was still with him, and now he had Peaches and Little Man, his girlfriend and son. Now he had all of them, and he was the man of the house. He was determined that he wouldn’t be a bum, that Peaches would never call him a bum. Micah knew that the moment that look of sadness and disappointment came into her eyes, he wouldn’t be the man of the house anymore. And soon after, he wouldn’t be her man, either. I mean, it’d happened to his parents. So it had to be par for the course.