I was stopped at a train and saw this awful thing go by. I was just sitting there and decided to take pictures of the graffiti whizzing by. Meanwhile, two Black teenagers walked up. I liked the boy’s hot pink backpack and clicked a few pictures of him and the girl with my iPhone. They didn’t seem to mind, but then this sad train approached with this awful message in graffiti. The boy saw it coming down the tracks and he moved out of my frame.
After the train passed, the boy and girl crossed the tracks. As I drove by them, the boy and I looked at each other. I smiled and tried to take away the awful thing, the train, the pain, that had just gone floating by.
I don’t know why I didn’t stop to talk to him. I wish I had.