Sitting on the A train, heading downtown from Harlem. Living my dream. Heading to a niche New York eatery and an evening of art. From this dream I would edit the 12 hours spent in an emergency room in Queens. Hours full of distant moans and pleas for God, hallways Read more…
I shut down yesterday. Body and soul reached their saturation points. Soul exhaustion was the diagnosis. Ears couldn’t listen to another rant. Eyes couldn’t watch any more. I’ve seen enough to know that justice is not blind. She wears an eye patch, pillaging hope like Captain Morgan. One eye always Read more…
“Look, I know it’s no one’s fault, it’s the weather, but I just spent $50 on a cab so I wouldn’t be late for this flight y’all cancelled. Not your problem the fifty bucks, but I need to get on that next flight.” He’s leaning way over the counter invading the Read more…
This is why Trina never wanted kids. She cannot take the pressure. She cannot bear the responsibility of making sure she’s not unleashing another sociopath into the world. She doesn’t trust her genes: there are vikings and pirates and rumors of madness. Danny’s side boasts a long line of drunks. Read more…
Celeste is pissed. She is literally sick and tired of people telling her how she should feel. “Thanks, but no Mr. Macklethorn, I don’t think things have worked out well all things considered. Online Editor of Benefits wasn’t the position I wanted and I don’t give a fig how many Read more…
This is not the setting Gwen imagined, a nondescript hospital room. But it makes sense, these are the last hours of her mother’s life. If not with her dying breath when else would she whisper the secret she denied for a lifetime. Pastels and pressed wood. Gwen wishes there was more Read more…
The fucking words were getting more elusive, the sting of the scotch did little to help with their flow. Carl stared at the flashing blue line with rheumy eyes wondering why he was even bothering. The eviction notice was hours from being posted and he’d spurned his last true friend Read more…
Jake was pretty sure this was the first time Susannah had ever made a statement. Ironic really. But he couldn’t tell her that right now, she was repeating the statement. “We are not having this conversation.” She put more space between the words, taking time to sip Read more…