Sep 2, 2023 | Lies, Short Stories, Truth & Lies |
Warm and Nicely Buried “Mrs. Marotta, Jose is gone.” The woman took Fragua’s hand and patted it as if consoling him. “Yes, my son is dead.” She assured him that her feet were planted firmly on real ground. “Mrs. Marotta, I...
Feb 4, 2023 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
The Appropriation of Cultures “What in the world do you need a truck for?” Sarah asked. She stepped over to the counter and poured herself another cup of coffee, then sat back down at the table with Daniel. “I’m not buying the truck. Well, I am buying a truck, but...
Oct 1, 2022 | Lies, Short Stories, Truth & Lies |
The Fix Douglas Langley owned a little sandwich shop at the intersection of Fourteenth and T streets in the District. Beside his shop was a seldom-used alley and above his shop lived a man by the name of Sherman Olney, whom Douglas had seen beaten to near extinction...
Sep 17, 2022 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
Granny C always looked a little sad. And why not? Wheat was her son. Charlene hated the woman nearly as much as she hated Wheat, but never showed it; she was an old woman, and in the South you respect your elders. Her four grandchildren, three years to ten, looked...
Jul 9, 2022 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
“Where you think you goin’,” Lois bark at her. Penelope laugh it off just as cool as shit. “I’m going to have young Mister—.” She stop and look at me. “What’s your name?” “Van Go.” “That’s right,” she say. “I’m going to have Van here drive me down the hill for a...