Kelly Young-Franklin
Bio
10th grade English teacher and mom of three. I’ve always loved reading and writing.
Stories (2/0)
Food Stamp Chronicles
When Charles left me for Chaka, I thought it was because he wanted a darker more natural woman, but during the divorce proceedings his lawyer stood behind the podium and cited irreconcilable differences. Just like that the sham was over. The ten years I spent being his maid, doctor, and sex slave were finally gone. The only thing that cut was when the judge shot me a glaring look instructing me to leave the marriage the same way I came. I never tried to plead with Charles or the Judge, while they sat in the courtroom both round as Humpty Dumpty. The judge’s sunburned forehead and Charles’s burnt black skin revealed their love of leisure and outdoor activities. Hell for all I knew, they could have been golfing buddies because with the ol’ judge’s help, Charles had scored a hole-in-one.
By Kelly Young-Franklin2 years ago in Fiction
Food Stamp Chronicles
When Charles left me for Chaka, I thought it was because he wanted a darker more natural woman, but during the divorce proceedings his lawyer stood behind the podium and cited irreconcilable differences. Just like that the sham was over. The ten years I spent being his maid, doctor, and sex slave were finally gone. The only thing that cut was when the judge shot me a glaring look instructing me to leave the marriage the same way I came. I never tried to plead with Charles or the Judge, while they sat in the courtroom both round as Humpty Dumpty. The judge’s sunburned forehead and Charles’s burnt black skin revealed their love of leisure and outdoor activities. Hell for all I knew, they could have been golfing buddies because with the ol’ judge’s help, Charles had scored a hole-in-one. While driving to the home that we had built together, my stomach twisted and
By Kelly Young-Franklin2 years ago in Fiction