“We should have never gone down to that f-cking planet, Frank. We’re just Black Men down there. Pitch darkly.”
“I know. I hear ya.” He looks down at his own skin and calms himself with the brown. Man in Brown. Not Black. Discernment. We’re all different, you know. *White* people.
On cue, white men Philip and Mikie join him on each side as Karl points to the only way out he knows. Space. But it could be too later for all that.
“Is that the North Star?” Frank asks innocently as they continue to stare.
“No.”
Sunklands 