(Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson)
The bleachers were hauntingly silent. Unlike empty vessels, empty seats make no noise. A bank of floodlights shone piercingly bright on the deserted playing court, illuminating an indecipherable scribble on the artificial arena. Yet, just a few hours ago, the atmosphere was anything but serene. A cacophony of words, a medley of insults and a menagerie of ideologies turned what was a non-decrepit high school basketball court into a clash of conflicts.
But when the dust finally settled, what came down was not just the curtains, but epistemic walls, information bubbles and Echo Chambers. Racism was OUT; Neighbours were IN!
(Word Count: 100)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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