He was only sixteen, a high school dropout. There was a brutal murder in the hood. He insisted he didn’t commit the crime. Still, he was arrested. He was tried as an adult, convicted, and imprisoned. He spent nearly fourteen years behind bars before DNA evidence proved he was innocent.
He was released from prison when he was almost thirty. It was hard at first. He was an ex-con, and even though he was fully exonerated, he was a pariah. But he did everything the way he was supposed to. He stayed clean. He kept clear of the gangs. He finally got a job. A decent job.
But where he felt most at ease, most comfortable, was when he was in his apartment building, sitting on the steps, looking through the metal bars of the stair’s railing. It was a view that he knew all too well. For almost half of his life.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Caleb Williams @ Unsplash.