Sunday, October 16, 2016


"What is this shit I hear," Marty says in competition with the happy hour celebrators.
"I told you when you went up that I won't wait for you," Sandy says.
"With my best friend?" Marty asks.
"You're the one that kept opening the door; I told you to stop it," Sandy says.
"That's a bull shit excuse."
"I told you that would happen."
Janis, the other bartender stands behind Sandy.
"I got work to do so please leave because there is nothing more between us," Sandy says.
"I'm going to see my supposed best friend and change this bull," Marty says.
"Leave him alone," Sandy says.
"Why should I?" Marty asks.
"He's good to me better than you ever were," Sandy says.
"Not any more that is going to change," Sandy says. He makes a fist, pounds his chest with the bottom on it then walks out of the tavern.
"What did that mean?" Janis asks.
"I don't know, maybe, some prison stuff," Sandy says.

The public defender sits beside Marty. Philadelphia police detectives Jack Browne and Betty Johns look at them both. "Did you say anything to these detectives?" She asks Marty.
"Yeah, I told them that I did not kill Larry," Marty says.
She looks at the detectives.
"We have your knife that an attempt was made to wipe it clean of blood," Jack Browne says.
"I was drinking and I got drunk," Marty says.
She stops Marty with a hand on his shoulder without taking her eyes off the detectives. "What else do you have?" She asks.
"You were drunk, got into an argument with Larry and from your pocket you pulled out a knife then used it to commit homicide," Betty Johns says.
"Because, we found out that your used to be girl friend dropped you after you were sent up and started dating Larry," Jack Browne says.
"You sure drive a hard bargain," she says.
"What do you mean by that?" jack Browne asks.
"Unless you can come up with more evidence than that, we're going to leave," she says.
"You're a person of interest in this case so don't skip on us," Betty Johns says.
After Marty and the public defender has left the room.
"I wish  that DNA on those blood sample would hurry Jack Browne says.
"We just have to wait; I told you that," Betty Johns says.

Janis looks at the two detectives sitting across from her. "What did you say?" Janis asks.
"DNA founded on that knife belonged to you and the victim; you served time and that is how we got your DNA," Betty Johns says.
"It could have only happened when you saw Marty drunk that night, got his knife, then knowing Larry was waiting to meet Sandy, you attacked him. There was a struggle were you got cut but you were able to stab Larry to death and somehow got the knife back to Marty," Jack Browne says.
"Why would I want to kill him?" Janis asks.
"You're a lesbian. We know that from Sandy; she told us that you both had a fling before she started dating Larry," Betty Johns says.
Janis weeps. "It wasn't a fling for me."
"That's what Sandy called it," Jack Browne says.
"We don't believe Marty skipped on us so where did you put him?" Betty Johns asks.



Saturday, October 15, 2016


Tall, slender and pretty, she boards the Amtrak train in Jacksonville, Florida going south to Miami and all stops in between. The conductor assigns her a seat by the window. She is happy about that, then becomes more happier when she finds out that the aisle seat is occupied by an elderly fellow. "My name is John," he says.
"I'm Sheila," she says.
"Nice to meet you."
"Same here."
"I've been on this thing from Philadelphia on my way to Miami."
"My stop is Miami."
"That's good, no more change of neighbors." Then he goes about arranging his entertainment components to watch movies. When he finishes, he says, "see you later."
She grins. "Will do," she says.

After paying for treats at the snack bar, she go to the leisure car to eat and drink. The young man with a filled snack tray walks pass with a smile directed at her. Moments later, he returns and sits on the seat opposite her. "Hi," he says.
"Hi,: she says.
"Going far?" He asks.
"Miami," she says.
"Me too, my name is Henry and please don't Hank me because I'm not into nicknames."
"My name is Sheila and I won't."
"I saw you get on; I got on at Savannah."
"I guess that I missed seeing you."
He laughs then asks. "What are you going to do in Miami?"
"I am a dancer and I intend to dance. What do you do in Miami?"
"I'm a college student on my way back to the college."
She's puzzled. "What break is this?"
"My own, went to Savannah with some friends so when the party fizzled, here I am on my way back." He asks her. "What strip club do you dance at?"
Taken-aback, she says, "I dance with a troupe and we're dancing in the forum."
"Damn, I'm sorry," he says.

She listens to music with earphones, enjoying the scenery that flashes by until she feels a tug on her shoulder; expecting to see John, she's bewildered to look at Henry. "Been looking all over for you," he says.
"That somebody's else seat," she says.
"Whoever can find another seat the rest of the way."
"I don't think that he will want to do that."
"Look forget him let's you and me talk."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Damn, you're lesbian,"
"No, I am not; I just do not want to talk to you."
"You're in my seat," John says.
"Listen, pop, I am a few cars that way so you can go and take my seat," Henry says.
"This has been my seat since Philly," John says.
"Give me a break, pop," Henry says.
"I'll get a conductor," John says.
"Damn, I'll see you later honey," Henry says.
"I'm not your honey and I don't want to see you later," Sheila says.

At a station because of a situation further up the tracks, the passengers are allowed to take a smoke break on the platform, just stretch their legs or get a feel of the weather for twenty minutes. Away from the others, Sheila feels a grasp on her arm. She looks at Henry. He shushes her while stepping backwards thus gliding her to follow him. "I found a nice quiet corner where we can be alone for a few minutes," he says.
"Get the hell off me," she says.
Her resistance only makes him pull her more with strength. It is fast, very fast, her freehand knuckles smashes against his nose; he steps backwards. The heel of her shoes strikes his torso that makes him fall then a powerful kick makes him moves into the fetal position and roll around.

The conductor announces the train's arrival at the Miami station. "Nice riding with you neighbor," John says.
"It was my pleasure also," Sheila says.
"By the way, I noticed that guy stopped bothering you even after that nice dance you did for him," John says.
Sheila grans.





Thursday, October 13, 2016


"You Mother is in the bedroom; she wants to see you before the other arrives," Father says. Alice goes to the bedroom and finds Mother at her vanity. "Hi mom," Alice says.
"Oh, Alice, my dear, I'm glad you're here before the others," Mother says.
"What's up?" Alice asks.
"I met a nice man the other day."
"Mom, not again."
"He's an pharmaceutical sells man."
"No mom, you didn't."
"He's nice."
"I don't care."
"Don't you see how happy your brother and sister lives are?"
"I'm happy with my life too, mom."
"People are beginning to asks me if you're a lesbian."
"Tell them I'm not; tell them I'm celibate for my career. God grief, how many times must I go through this."
"Honey, I just believe that you're not happy."
Alice restrains a nasty remark, sighs, then says, "I am happy being a single woman with a career."
"Okay, okay but I've already invited him to dinner."
"I thought this was just a family get together?"
"It is but I decided to invite him."
"So, he eats dinner with the family but if you start that matrimony stuff then I'll finish my dinner at some fast food joint."

The family begins to arrive and gather but Alice's brother, Thomas, is not in the gathering. "He was grounded because of that big storm all over the upper mid west," his wife says.
"He should have stayed in the air force," Father says more so to irritate Thomas' wife.
The date for Alice arrives, after introductions, moments of chit-chat, Mother rings the dinner bell. At the dinner table, Mother's guest sits next to Alice, between her and her sister-in-law. After dinner, there is more chit-chat then good nights are exchanged. Mother stops Alice. "He is so handsome, well educated and has this adventurous masculinity about him," Mother says.
"Yeah, just the type to interfere with my career," Alice says.

A year passes.
Thomas sits in Mother's kitchen with her. "Virginia is leaving me," he says.
"What? Why?" Mother asks.
"She met someone."
"Why did she do that?"
"Some stupid mess about she loves me but is not happy being with me no more."
"Who is he?"
"I don't know."

A couple of weeks later Thomas calls Mother. "Virginia and that fellow are going away for the weekend and she want to leave the kids with me but I will not be at my apartment in time so I told her to drop them off with you and I'll come there and pick them up." "Sure Thomas that will be fine," Mother says. She can now get a look at the man who broke up her son's marriage.
The car stops in front of the house. Mother rushes from the house to get a look at the man. The three kids believe she rushes to greet then but she pass by them then see the man behind the steering wheel. It is her date for Alice. She stands dumbfounded, stares. The car rolls off and she just stares at it.


He unwraps a hoagie, places it on a plate then gets a sixteen ounce bottle of beer, sits down to feast. Half of the sandwich is eaten; the  beer level in the bottle is about half when the doorbell rings. "Damn it," he says. He stops his feast to see who it is at the door. He peeks through the security hole and sees her. He doesn't want to talk to her not now but she must have noticed that he used the peek hole. The doorbell rings; he opens the door. "Hi," he says.
"Hi," she says than asks. "May I come in?"
"Sure," he says then steps aside.
She walks into the living room. He puts his meal into the refrigerator then joins her on the couch.  She's agitated. He does things to avoid eye contact. "Why didn't you come to my wedding? She asks.
"I didn't want to be there," he says.
"Why?' she asks.
"I just didn't want to be there," he says.
She realizes his means to avoid eye contact with her; she makes a move to stop him. She reads his look. "Oh no," she says.
"Yes, oh yes," he says.
"I didn't see that," she says.
"I tries many times to show you," he says.
"It couldn't happen even if I saw it," she says.
"That, I never wanted to hear from you," he says.
"After the accident with Roy?" She asks.
"Way before that," he says.
"I love you in a camaraderie sense, not as a companion; it always been that way for me for us two; I thought," she says.
"Well, not for me," he says.
"After Roy's accident, I just thought you were a shoulder to lean on," she says.
"I see now that you've been holding this guy's hand all along," he says.
"We met and things happened," she says.
"Things couldn't happen with me?" He asks.
"I'm sorry," she says.
"Don't be sorry for me," he says.
"I'm not; I meant this, our situation," she says.
They look at each other with no words for a moment then she says, "You'll find someone better than me for yourself," she says.
Choked-up, he says, "makes no sense to look for someone that I already found and just can't hold onto."
She stands, steps to the door. "I have to go, get ready for our honeymoon trip tomorrow," she says.
"Roy junior, I can stop by your mother's to hang out with him," he says.
"There is no need to do that because my husband wants him to stay with his parents so that they can get to know each other," she says.
"Oh, oh okay," he says.
She opens the door, stops. "Christmas cards," she says.
"What?' He asks.
"Christmas cards to keep in touch," she says.
He sighs. Nods. Teary eyed, he says, "yes."
She closes the door behind her.


Wednesday, October 12, 2016


Daniel walks into the crowd celebration then mingles. After an hour, he sees his ex-wife, Jane, with another woman in conversation. He decides to go deeper into the mass of people to avoid being seen by Jane. The other woman sees him and points him out to Jane. "Isn't that your ex?"
"Daniel," Jane calls out.
He stops. She hurries to him.
"Hi," he says.
"Hello," she says.
"I didn't know that you still come to this," he says.
"I missed the last couple of years," she says.
"Are you with your son-of-bitch husband?" He asks.
She snaps. "His name is Richard."
"That's what you call him but I call him every name in a drunken sailor's manual," he says.
"I didn't stop you for this," she says.
"What for then?" He asks.
"Your son asks about you often," she says.
"I don't have a son," he says.
Stun, she says, "Daniel please."
"That damn bastard that you divorced me for to become your husband contaminated him," he says.
She snaps. "That's not true."
"I had a family however you wanted another so now I don't have a family," he says.
"You were hardly ever home," she says.
"I wasn't fucking around because I was working hard to keep my family fed, clothed and under a roof," he says.
"I will not let you stick me with a quilt trip," she says.
"I wasn't trying to," he says.
"Your son wants to see you to spend some time with you," she says.
"My family is gone so I don't have no son," he says.

Daniel leaves his job and goes to a tavern for dinner and a beer. He sits alone eating then he feels a presence behind him; he looks. "May I sit?" Richard asks.
"Hell no," Daniel says.
Richard ignores him and sits.
"You ruined my life now what else do you want from me," Daniel says.
"Your son wants to be with his father," Richard says.
"That's your job now," Daniel says.
"Jane had tears when she told me what you said," Richard says.
"So," Daniel says.
"Listen, you replaced Jane with your job," Richard says.
Daniel snaps. "That's a damn lie."
"Let's not get violent about this but that is what happened," Richard says.
"I worked hard to make sure that my family had happiness until you soured it," Daniel says.
"Your son needs to be happy now," Richard says.
"I don't have a son just like I don't have a wife so you have them both to make happy," Daniel says.
"Listen, I'm not going to argue about this anymore, now, come this Saturday morning your son will be waiting for you to pick him up so you two can be together that day," Richard says.
 "If I don't be there?" Daniel asks.
"Then, I'll bring him to your apartment and we'll keep doing going over this until you see the light that your stupid stubbornness is bull shit," Richard says.
Daniel looks at his first cousin stroll away.

Saturday morning, Daniel parks his car in front of the house that he used to call his home. He retrieves a folded loose leaf paper then lay it on the dashboard in front of the steering wheel then he makes sure the auto-pistol is loaded then stuff it into a pants pocket. He gets out of the car to make the long walk to the house on a short walkway.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


The restaurant is on a platform supported by piles over a pond with a walkway leading to it. There is wild life for scenery while enjoying a meal and drinks. A waitress balances a tray with cups of coffee and sandwiches on plates for the two persons at a table. She places the tray on the center of the table then with a smile she walks away.
"You went away remember that so what was I supposed to do," Megan says.
"Wait for me that was all," Leroy says.
"I did wait," Megan says.
"Not long enough," Leroy says.
"I had no idea when you would be back," she says.
"I told you how long I might be," he says.
"Yes you did but when that pass I thought that you were dead," she says.
"The owner of the company would have contacted you," he says.
"I didn't know what was happening; I was scared," she says.
"Why did you have to go to him?" He asked.
"I wanted to know if you were safe and alive," she says.
"He couldn't tell you that," he says.
"He was your friend so I thought that he could help," she says.
"Not to find out about me that is for sure," he says.
"Stop it," she says.
"No. I'm not going to stop it," he says.
"He just became a shoulder to lean on and that is all," she says.
"You mean to rest your head on," he says.
They say nothing more, begin to finish their meal. Leroy looks at the pond and sees two ducks move through the water unaware of an alligator feet behind them. He expects to see a lost of ducks from nature but the alligator seems to have lost interest and turned to go another way. "Must have decided that it wasn't worth it," Leroy says.
"What's that?" Megan asks.
Leroy stands, reaches into a pants pocket, takes out a roll of bills, searches, finds a fifty dollar bill then drops it on the table. "Goodbye," he says.


He looks at the hostess stand from the two chair table that he has been sitting for only a few minutes. He has been dating her for a few months but lately he detects a change in her feeling for him. She arrives with a grace that he admires. He glances around to see if anyone notices; a few seems to do so. The hostess leads her to him. He stands, kisses her lightly on her lips then they sit. "Why here? it's so crowded," she says.
He had called earlier too  reserve where they sit. "I took the liberty to order for us."
"That's good because a new order of shoes came in that I have to inventory and shelve," she says.
This gets him to recall. "That guy I saw helping you the other day when I stopped by," he says.
"Sam?" She asks.
"Yes, if that is  his name." The man irritated him with the way he ogled her.
"He is back in sports and crafts; he was temporary until they hired someone."
"That's good."
"Why did you say that?"
"It's good that they hired someone for you."
"Oh, okay."
"What's he like?"
"It's a she, a college student."
A server arrives with their meal. "My favorite," she says  then asks. "What's the occasion?"
"I wanted to see that smile; I missed it"
"What do you mean?"
"Lately, it seems that your desire for me is expiring."
She begins to eat. He waits for a minute then asks. "Well?"
"It's time to move on," she says.
"You mean for us to separate?" He ask.
In  manner he fears to asks but does so. "Are you seeing someone?"
"No, I would never do that to you or anyone else."
"How can I believe that?"
"It is not fair and I am a fair person also I am not a good liar."
"So, you're saying between us ?"
"It is time to move on."
"Because you believe in love, I do not; if we stay together then, your belief will become stronger, mine will not and that will lead to conflicts."
"I can think like you."
"You can never do that?'
""Damn-it, I love you."
"See what I mean."
"This shit sucks; I won't accept friendship."
"Then we must go our separate ways."
His stare displays  a verge of tears that prompt her to say, "please don 't do that; it is just that I was not fooled by Romeo and Juliet."
They eat their meal in silence.
Outside on the sidewalk.
"I hope you find what or who you're looking for," he says.
"I am not looking for anything or anyone," she says.
They walk away form each other.