Feb 6, 2021 | Fiction |
“Come in,” I said. The door opened slowly. A group of youth members crowded forward, their faces a question. The girls were crying. “Is it true?” they said. “That he is dead? Yes,” I said, looking among them. “Yes.”...
Jan 30, 2011 | Fiction |
You act like you already know everything about everyone. Did you even notice his cane? Do you have any idea how Kalvin got that broken hip? I don’t know… walking… through his apartment? Trying to march in Selma in 1965! Okay I get the point....
