Nokio had absentmindedly left a heavy duffle bag resting right against the fence.
They gathered later under a golden, glowing dome, their voices rising like smoke to the heavens. The pain poured out of them in waves of raw, gospel-infused grief. Woody cried out to the sky, Jazz’s falsetto wept for the tragedy, and Sisqó fell to his knees as they sang out the math of their broken hearts: Dru Hill - 5 Steps (Official Music Video)
The chain-link fence rattled as the basketball spun off the iron rim, bouncing directly into the hands of a young neighborhood kid. On the asphalt court, the four of them were just cooling down from a game, wiping sweat and trading laughs. They were on top of the world, dressed in pristine white, looking more like a choir waiting for Sunday than a group of street ballers. Nokio had absentmindedly left a heavy duffle bag