Short Fiction
“Lincoln Mercury”
WigLeaf, April 2024
Daddy just got our new Lincoln Mercury three days ago. When we packed up the car he set me down on the black leather backseat. I leaned over and pressed my nose right down into that still new smell. Then Daddy gave me a big red pillow. I sunk my nose into that, too. It smelled like him, all fresh cut grass and Dial soap.
“A Gift”
Digging Press, July 2020
Lourdes smoothed her blouse at the neck and watched a young man deliver a bouquet of blood-red roses to the doorman stationed closest to where she sat. “Everybody down here’s so la-di-da.” She felt her lips move but she wasn’t quite sure she’d actually said anything.
“Rose’s Cottage”
The Summerset Review, Winter 2018
There we were, me and Cousin Marvin, standing in this white lady's garage holding up a Klan robe. Couldn't have been anything else. Real long, solid white except for an emblem over the heart. Had the hood, too. Pointy with the face masked except for eye holes.
“Jamari”
Kweli Journal, February 2017
Jamari likes everything; birds, drawing, and snakes like the yellow and green one we found near the piers in Riverside Park. Jamari says it's a corn snake. He knows 'cause he looks up stuff to show Miss Anderson. He likes her so much, but she doesn’t like him back.
“Finishing Up”
Niche, April 2015
So, I trudged into the lobby and saw them standing there, her and the boss man, Mr. P. Normally, I managed to avoid them when they were in the office together but that morning she maneuvered the three of us into the elevator. Just like that, she was in charge of both me and him.