Embrace the new me. Please!_My Little Girl_Coca Cola, Sweet Tea, and Jesus_The Last Tenant
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Embrace the new me. Please!
“Are you really going to wear that?”“What?”“Don’t be dumb; you know what I mean.”“Yes.”“So, you’re going to do it even though you know it’s a dumb move.”“I pretty much think so, yes!”“Are you sure, ‘cos you won’t be able to take it back!”“When has that ever stopped me in the past?”“Unfortunately, Zorro, it’s never stopped you in the past. I was just hoping you would learn from your past mistakes at some point.”“Sangre De Ventosa, when has a werewolf ever learnt anything from the past? I shall proudly continue my life's adventure the way my forefathers would have.”“What, in a blind rush, withou...
My Little Girl
My Little Girl Chapter 1I’ve had a pretty good life. I really can’t complain. It’s just a little sad to reflect back on everything when you get old. I didn’t even know I was old until someone told me. This would have been a lot easier if I had kept a diary, but I’ll do the best I can from memory. I never even met my father. I have no idea what the deal was between him and my mother. She never talked about it. I had seven brothers and sisters! There were the usual family squabbles, especially at mealtime, and there was some rough play, but for the most part it was all good.I will never forget t...
Coca Cola, Sweet Tea, and Jesus
Where I come from Coke is a generic work for any carbonated drink. For instance—I’ll take the fried chicken livers, green beans, and a Coke.What kinda Coke you want hon’?How ‘bout a Dr. Pepper?Where I come from sweet is the only way tea is served and potato salad has mayonnaise, mustard, and sweet pickles. Like most young people, I suppose, I hated my hometown. I was young and impatient, and the place I came from was in no big hurry. Mostly though, I coulwww.onedoor.ccdn’t wait to escape the claustrophobic gentility that was often a disguise for generational hate and racism. Where I come from, black men st...
The Last Tenant
One warm September afternoon, I gathered the courage to introduce myself. I scurried down the tall Oak, out of the woods, into your big backyard. I stood on my hind legs in the middle of the lawn and looked up at you. You stood alone on the deck, admiring the late summer scenery and said, “Hi, sweetheart! I’m Julie, the new tenant.”I thought you were pretty but wondered why your belly was so round. If you were forty, I’d wonder if you were having a boy or a girl. But at fifty, I wondered if you were having too much chocolate cheesecake. After dusk, I’d snoop through the trash to find out.A few...