Chap. 8: Retribution is at hand Kevin watches as the Baby Benz pulls up. He can see her concentration as she parks it a good foot from the curb, her reaction when she notices him- the pause, the contemplation. She gets out, anyway. “Where were you?” Kevin asks her as she approaches him, [...]
I have thus far posted half of my novel “Real Gods Require Blood.” I would like to thank all of you who have taken time to read it and leave comments and /or participate in the poll. I really appreciate it. However, the remaining 7 chapters (starting with Chapter 8), if you are interested, will be [...]
I schlepped back to my desk with Kim’s words weighing heavily on me. She’d illustrated my reason for avoiding romantic entanglements: My fucked up heart was still ailing. For a moment I missed her. I missed her sorely like she’d gone somewhere far away. This longing passed through me like a fleeting emotion. All that [...]
I hadn’t been that excited about meeting a woman since, well, ever. I sat at my desk struggling to focus on the task at hand. I was preparing a press release for an upcoming event. But, my brain wouldn’t cooperate. I’d typed Zola’s name no less than five times at various points in the press [...]
Kim had come over Monday night, without invitation, bearing gifts. I was tired and cranky when I’d come in from work so I immediately turned off the ringer on the phone and assumed my customary Monday night position on the couch, surrounded by the accumulating mess of a week’s laziness. Hank Williams Jr. was [...]
“Yo’ mother is real nice.” Kim was leaning on my shoulder with her hand crawling inside of my jacket, rubbing my chest- a cold fingertip made its way up under my sweater to my nipples. I had told the cab driver to take us to Kim’s place, but she’d said, “No, I’m coming home wit’ [...]
Be cool. Be cool. Don’t lose it! I turned around slowly and…no Stephanie. I only half-expected to see her anyway. My next door neighbor was standing in front of her house calling to her son. He was at the top of the stairs tying his shoes in his Sunday best. I waved hello. She waved [...]
Her name was Tameeka Howard. She wore her dreadlocks outside of her Fox jacket underneath a blue wool skullcap. The dreads had blond streaks bleached or woven into them. Threadlocks? Weavelocks? I hoped not. I sunk into the butter-soft leather seat of her Acura Integra and she took off like a criminal leaving the scene [...]
Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones of altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half Gods are worshiped with wine and flowers. Real Gods require blood. Zora Neale Hurston, Their eyes were watching God My mother is holding a baby wrapped in a blue blanket. [...]
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