“That’s my boy.”
“Which one is he Norma?”
“The cute one laying next to that girl.”
“But he’s black”
“I know, my son Dean married a Black woman and became Jewish.”
“Jewish, oh, that’s too bad guess he’s not coming here.”
“Barbara.”
“Just kidding. He’s cute, he looks nothing like you though.”
“I don’t know, I think I had dreadlocks just like …
Category Archives: ShortStory
My Grandma
The Last Thing I Remember
The last thing I remembered was the light coloring beautiful shades of blue. The chlorine singeing my nostrils as they struggled for air. Sinking further down, the back of my father turning from body to distorted colors of bright white and pink.
It really did move in slow motion, the milliseconds drifting in a …
Can Fat People Love?
Sweat dripped between the curves of his breasts and rounded the corner of his stomach getting stuck in between the suction being created by the meeting of these two bodies. Her mouth let out a moan of appreciation for the moment he had just brought. He groaned his thank you as her body grabbed him …
Saving
I don’t believe that things happen for a reason, or that there is a purpose to life. But sometimes a series of events conspires to define your life. Not fitting into a grandiose plan for the universe or to serve some spiritual being, but rather a moment that defines the life of a person …
A Beautiful Woman Walks By
Even as she walked passed my eyes couldn’t waver. Fixed on the unconventional beauty my gaze transfixed. A smile claimed the contours of her body and hugged her in a knowing comfort. Her hair cut short playing perfect frame for this captivating face which although colored with a red birthmark, far from …
“Please Kill Me”
[Screen shot Picture CNN beneath with person on top faded out]
“Please kill me. I have lost my wife, my unborn son. All the people who have professed to love me are now using my misery and this case to make a quick buck. The prosecutor has exploited my human mistakes for self-promotion. …
A Boy From Nantucket
Suddenly Stanley was torn from his sleep, mercilessly his body had knowingly awoken. Stanley rolled over, “6:58” he always wondered how his body could awaken just before his alarm, he wanted those two minutes back, for them to never end.
Sleep, could it be called sleep? He knows he spent 8 hours …
