The Soul They Could Not Arrest
It was the summer of 2026. It was a Monday in Biddeford, Maine.
A young man was simply taking a stroll.
“Oh my God! What happened?”
People screamed as they ran toward him.
“Stop!” they shouted. “You come any further, and you will be under arrest.”
“For what?” they cried. “For what, you bastards? You shot and killed him.”
The words began to surround them all.
Then the gray cloud began to fall, and the veil descended from the sky.
As people screamed through the veil, the officers kept shouting, “He was a criminal. He was a nigger.”
“How dare you,” they cried.
The sound of the internet.
Everywhere you looked, the words spread like a storm, swirling through the air.
Then they pulled him from the ground.
Yet he stood in the corner.
Silent tears streamed down his face as he looked at her.
“Mamusa… please help me. But before I go, show me my truth. And please carry me to my family.”
She looked upon him gently.
“I cannot carry you to your family. That is His job.
“But I can show you your truth.”
The moon began to reveal itself.
Stars poured from the palms of her hands.
His life unfolded before him as he reflected it back to himself.
A beautiful, iridescent light.
A great being descended with magnificent black-and-white wings.
He stretched out his hands.
The young man’s soul stepped into them.
“I am Pharaoh of ancient Kemet. I will bring you into the sun, and I will carry you back home.”
“And I will let them know.”
He smiled for the first time.
Below, the storm continued.
But none of it could follow him.
The sun did not ask what they had called him.
It knew only that one of its children had come home.
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