Just in Case

(a short story about Greenwood, a.k.a. Black Wall Street)

Jonas awoke panting. The ground was hard beneath his back and smoke filled his lungs. 

“Hush now, you’re fine,” a gruff male voice whispered from close by. Jonas looked toward the voice as recognition and another wave of fear forced him to quiet his breathing. 

“Sorry, sir,” he whispered as he lay back down. He turned his head toward Jasmine whose exhaust…