I glance at my watch as a toxic cloud of cigarette smoke escapes my lips. 5:36 A.M. As I shift my weight from one foot to the other, my shoe hits a protruding tree root.
Nahum struck the axe into the chopping block and raised his hands, turning slowly to face the lawman. “You be careful with that sidearm, son. Making me a might nervous, it must be said.”
Every time I lace my running shoes, I think about Ahmaud Arbery. To summarize the Arbery case: in February 2020, two white men, Travis (34) and George (64, a retired police officer) McMichaels got into their vehicle -- Travis with his shotgun, George in the bed of the truck with a .357 Magnum -- pursued the unarmed Arbery (25) through their neighborhood, and blocked his path with their vehicle.
Danny walked around the park, taking in the early spring day. The leaves were just starting to bud and the air smelled of fresh dirt. He’s had his head in his books so much lately that it felt like he was just coming out of a cave. It was good to be outside. After completing the loop around the pond, he sat on his favorite bench, the one that overlooked the water. He felt something underneath him and stood up again. A small black notebook, the kind he always imagined writers carried with them everywhere, sat on the bench.
The street below is as empty as it always is in the warehouse district at-- What time is it? Matthias Stone pushes up the sleeve of his simple black suit jacket. His silver watch reads 7:15, but he thinks maybe the hour hand approaching 8, and the minute hand being over the 3, means it is 8:03. He’s not sure why he even wears the thing, since he can’t read the time. One of these days he’ll invest in a digital watch, or get one of those phone things.
The entire room felt like a swirling buzz. With weak, labored breathing, Bryan roused to consciousness, unable to completely grasp the situation he’d found himself in. Blinking rapidly, yet unable to see, he gradually became aware of his scenario and surroundings. There was a course, black bag on his head; nothing porous enough for him to get more than a dark glimpse of moving shadows, rhythmically swaying in front of him. Muffled sounds, like what you’d expect from an old phonograph, teased his ears behind the humming of faint tinnitus. Eventually, the dull sound fluctuations evolved into recognizable speech. Two men were in the room; older, rugged, yet distinguished sounding men whispered loudly to each other, not far away from where he sat.
We Were Partners
“Hello Tim,” I greeted, squeezing past the organized piles of junk on the floor of my brother’s apartment. I set a few bags of groceries, that I had picked up earlier for him, on his cluttered kitchen counter. I suppose I’d forgotten what it was like to live single—no one cared about the mess. My nose wrinkled at the smell in the air. Just because we lived in Amherst, Massachusetts, the permeating stench of fish in his apartment did not make it any more bearable.
CHARITY By Shanita Hogan “Oh my goodness! I won! I can’t believe it!” exclaimed Trudy. Trudy runs over to her sofa and moves her newspapers, books and coat onto the coffee table looking for her phone.
The Ultimate Manifestation
Some people believe in God, some believe in Allah and unfortunately, some people believe in nothing at all. However, Chastity believed in the universe. She had been using the Law of Attraction for years and years for life matters such as a new job or a boyfriend to more materialistic matters such as a new house or a new car.
Stranger In My House
“Gav?” Monique asked as she answered the phone in excitement while putting down the groceries. “Sorry to disappoint you Mo but its only me” Lisa laughed.
Valerian and Venom
I did not want to buy anything for her. She had, after all, stolen the love of my life and left me to stand on the sidelines. Still, when your heart has been broken and there is nothing left to gain or lose, you can pick yourself up, spin yourself around, and set off in a new direction.
A Cold Day In Hell
Nelson sat in the lunchroom recounting his former days in the office; “Ok; so it went down like this. The interrogation room was cramped and less than inviting, as they tend to be. I was working murders, Lorell was on cold cases, and this woman who just walks in with her boyfriend was across the table from us. The three of us were huddled together having a conversation regarding some property of a questionable nature, and she was the one doing the talking.”
Niniane Mobile! (consumerguide.com) “Dad’s home Kimberlee!” Ahnjong cheered, looking through the peephole of the front door where terror awaited outside.
My Beloved Nasir
Hold on let me tell you who I am and what is going on. My name is Gently. My mother got the name from some movie she watched right before I was born and blessed me with the crazy-ass name. My people call me Gigi tho. late one night when ah bitch was half drunk, high, and dick deprived. I got a call that fuck me all the way up. My close friend and brista. Nasir was in an accident or some shit. I honestly think some piece of strange dick might have tried to kill his ass. But anyway back to the phone call. they ask for Gently Maire Morris (in the back of my head I’m like who gave this mothafucker my whole damn government name that ain't for the streets to know.) I had to snap into my black girl professional shit.
Wealth by Stealth
Notebook in one hand, coffee in the other, croissant between his teeth, Mike turned away from the refreshment table and bumped right into her. Coffee sloshed over the saucer and ran down his sleeve.
How Did I Get Here?
The sound of the rain drumming on the roof of my sixteen-year-old, rusty, black Camry is nearly soothing, as I sit in the parking lot of the warehouse. The grey light of the coming dawn is softened by the overcast skies. It’s almost too dark to see…almost.
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