Jameca stood at the bank of the pond shivering in the chilly, predawn air. Her fiancé of six years wrapped his arms around her waist.
“We look like an Oreo,” John said, staring down at their reflection in the water.
“Even the trees are segregated,” Jameca said.
“That’s because one side is regular and the other is evergreens.”
“Just like us.” Jameca broke their embrace. “You’re regular, and I’m black, and no matter what I do, I’ll never be able to shake my color, like the evergreens can never shake their leaves and look like the regular trees.”
“Babe, they’re just trees.”
“And we’re just people! Why do you think your mother hates me, John? Because I’m the same complexion as the man who knocked her up and abandoned her when she was sixteen? Or, maybe it’s because, although you look just like her, she knows her future grandchild won’t.”
John stared back at her.
“I’m glad you finally decided to stop lying to me,” Jameca said, and she jumped into the freezing, cold water.
word count: 175
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