Fiction
Mae and Me
The two years after Daniel’s disappearance felt like a decade. My colleagues and students couldn’t decide whether to treat me like a widow or divorcée. Mae treated me like neither.
Dusty Secrets and Sleights of Hand
She whispered his words, trying to rekindle the magical spell Hubert had placed over her mother that day. Ruth hated him for doing what she couldn’t. He left.
Breaking and Entering for Would-Be Marine Biologists
“Yes, there are still whales, there are still haddock, crabs, seals. Their hearts beat, muscle and sinew unaltered by steel scale or steam-powered fins. For now, anyway.”
champagne brunch
I’m sitting across from him, a pitcher of mimosas between us. I keep drinking them. One after the other, avoiding conversation, I’m good at this, I fucking love champagne. “Marlowe, will you just talk to me, please?” he says, his wannabe Kennedy good looks grimacing. “Sure, Skip why did you sleep with your secretary? You’re […]
coffee
Prismacolor marker drawings lay crumpled up in the trashcan under the desk. The room is littered with forgotten bottles and books. I walk in and a take pictures, one after the other, sidestepping the body that lays in the middle of the floor. Looks like an overdose; alcohol, drugs. Another shooting star, who can’t handle […]
diner
“Patty melt, fries, and a dark chocolate shake please.” She says with a grenadine smile. Her lips stained a syrupy red from spiked Shirley Temples all night. There are five of them sitting at her table, college girls in bar clothes. They come in every few weeks, to this diner a block down from a […]
avocado
She mashes avocado with crushed red pepper, sea salt, ground black pepper, and a little lemon juice. Sourdough bread is toasting. She slices half a grapefruit and pours herself an iced coffee. She takes a deep breath. She can do this. Eat something besides dinner. She wants to run ten miles later, can’t do that […]
A Flea for a Dog
A turkey, a gown, a motorcycle, for bartered Chinatown dreams.
ECCENTRIC II
CHAPTER TWO It’s hot and scorching, yet Quentin has his hoodie worn over his head now as he navigates his way through the barely busy Campus, populated by students all of all shapes, sizes and of course, colors. The University of Brownboard pride themselves in their progressiveness – it is currently the only University in […]
ECCENTRIC…
CHAPTER ONE Quentin Babalola is not one to accept defeat Once in kindergarten, he stabbed Jennifer Okafor with a pencil because she cheated in a game of legos. His teacher – Mrs. Ofili would later send a note to his parents, telling them how ill-mannered their son is. Quentin’s parents are socialites who care a […]