Mar 20, 2021 | Fiction |
At first I thought it was a cop and a shoeshine boy; then there was a break in the traffic and across the sun-glaring bands of trolley rails I recognized Clifton. His partner had disappeared now and Clifton had the box slung to his left shoulder with the cop moving...
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.”...
