Alvin

Alvin had alphabetical advantages, and

Blatantly the best bars in the borough, but

Creatively, he lacked confidence and could be crushed.

Definitely, he decided, he didn’t dare to share,

Even in emergency situations. Continue reading “Alvin”

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Aurora

aurora village

Aurora knew they were coming. She had seen it in the stars.

But when she told her husband, Silas, he dismissed it as women’s talk. Her tears of frustration fell on barren ground. The man she loved had grown strange to her. As leader of the tribe, the plainsman was expected to provide heirs. The shame hung heavy on him, and he blamed Aurora. Continue reading “Aurora”

Growing Up

Dean Mamo upended John Barham for no reason, just as Miss Weekes rang the bell.

“Are you alright, John?” Chris asked. John was bent over, winded.

“Hurry up, boys, break’s finished,” bothered Miss Weekes.

“It’s him again, Miss. Aren’t you gonna do anything?”

Chris’s heart raced as he glowered at the fourth year, who eyed Chris back with a look that said he’d be next.

“Well, I didn’t see anything, so you’ll have to go in. If John’s hurt, take him to First Aid.” Continue reading “Growing Up”

Black Widow

A chill wind blew through the partly open window as Margaret Ann led the visitor into her bedroom. The veiled stranger, dressed all in black, seemed out of place within these off-white walls. Turning as she reached the wooden bedstead, Margaret Ann faced her guest.

“Have a seat on the bed, please.”

There was no chair to offer in these cramped quarters, plain as the smile, stitched like a lie, across Margaret Ann’s wrinkled face. A spider made its way across wooden floorboards.

“I’ll stand,” replied the veiled woman, her gloved hand quietly closing the door.  Continue reading “Black Widow”

Brothers

“Who’s out of bed? I fucking warned you.”

Dad’s voice crescendoed from the hallway as we sprung out of view on the landing, quick as adrenaline. The bedroom door swinging behind us, I shinned up the ladder to the top bunk while Jay dived under covers on the bottom. Dad took the stairs two at a time.

“Will you say it was you, Jay?” I pleaded. “He’ll kill me.” Continue reading “Brothers”