Michael Ramos
Stories (5/0)
The Program
Stefano curled his toes. The moist sand crumpled easily underneath them. He felt the grains massage his feet as he dug his toes deeper and deeper. He loved seeing the sunset against the ocean. This was a particularly beautiful one. The sky was bright streaks of purple, pink, and fuchsia hues. Stefano put on his shades and laid all the way back on his towel.
By Michael Ramos3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Two Black Books
Pete Rios turns his sub-woofer all the way up so he can feel the Swishahouse bass deep in his chest. He drives methodically through the streets of the low-income neighborhood where he grew up, able to dodge the large potholes with his eyes closed. He sees a Prius in the rearview nearly lose a wheel after driving straight into the pothole he just avoided. Pete couldn’t help but chuckle. “Damn gentrifiers – no street sense” he says aloud to himself before chuckling at his own pun.
By Michael Ramos3 years ago in Criminal