Sunday, January 8, 2017


In their kitchen, Pam prepares dinner, since she's the first one home from work; it's their tradition. They have been doing it for ten years, six years as cohabitants and the past four, married. She hears Lucy's key in the door lock then after the door closes, her foot steps into the kitchen.
"Beat me again," Lucy says.
"Yes, but, I don't mind," Pam says.
"What's cooking tonight?" Lucy asks.
"I chopped that ham into cubes then poured some canned vegetables into a pot with it to make ham stew," Pam says.
"Nothing to drink?"
"Apple juice."
"I mean with a kick."
"There's some red wine in the cabinet; it should go good with the stew but it will not be ready for another half hour."
Pam steps to Lucy for their lover's greeting kiss but notices, although brief, her wife's lips receives but does not match. It happened yesterday, among other things in the past, lately; however, she believes that there are worst things in existence to worry about, but Lucy should not let whatever it is get between them. Lucy goes to the cabinet.
"Your boss on your ass again?" Pam asks.
"No," Lucy says.
"Well, I feel that there is something on your mind that you need to let go."
Lucy sits at the table, not looking at Pam, begins to uncork the wine bottle.
"What's up?" Pam asks.
"Well, there is no need to let it linger any longer between us," Lucy says.
"What does the mean?"
"I want a divorce."
Pam stares at Lucy unable to say a word for a moment that gives Lucy the time to tell her, "I met someone , maybe a year ago, and it became love."
"Are you joking?" Pam asks.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are." Pam sits at the table on a chair across from Lucy. "You have to be; it was your idea to get married."
"Now, it is my idea to get a divorce."
"If you never wanted the married life then why did you want to."
"I wanted to but now I want a divorce from you; like I said, I met someone else."
"You want to divorce me to be with someone else?"
"But, we have ten years being together."
"Pam, I want our ten years of being together to stop."
Pam's stare becomes a scowl. "Are you serious," she hollers.
"Let's keep this quiet and with peace."
"You're the only woman I've ever been with, in bed."
"I know."
"I left my husband, my children for you."
"Let's keep this in this room, please."
"My children despise me for what I did to their father because I chose you, and now you want to leave me."
"It happened, things in our life changed; that is all that I can say for why."
"That is all; that is all just because you met someone. You changed my life to be with you and now you tell me this shit."
"There is no need to let the neighbors know about this now."
"I don't care what the neighbors will know because what I do know is that my two kids forgot me because of you and you come here in this house to tell me that damn shit."
Lucy stutters, "I told you; now, I leaving." She stands, hurries to the door. Pam follows. "Go bitch," she yells, "go to hell, damn you, you bitch, all to hell, damn you." Lucy is out of the house, scurrying to her car. From the doorway, Pam shrieks, "I hope you die from the Devil's tail." Lucy drives away. Pam slams the door shut.   


Monday, December 12, 2016


He is on a weekend excursion in the French Quarters of New Orleans. He strolls along the streets, now and then, stops where the sound of music emits or a specialty store of peculiar things or the smell of food draws him to a delicious meal. During these stops, he pays by removing his wallet from a back pocket of his trousers, holds it with one hand while the other hand handles a bill that he gives to the receiver then accepts the change. He returns the wallet to the pocket.
The pickpocket does his thievery with stealth amongst a crowd. He is sure that the man shall not notice for minutes.
In a secluded alleyway, not even a dog gives him away to others. He gets the wallet from its concealment then reaches into the cash compartment and feels a prick against his finger that only gets an "ouch" from him. He takes out a bill, notices something not right about the fifty dollar currency. He examines it, sees that the other side is blank with words written on it. 'If you're not the punk who ruined my family's vacation this past summer well, I'm not sorry.  He has trouble breathing so he coughs to remedy the problem. He stops breathing.  

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.