Category: short fiction

• January 19, 2022

  i’ll have what i’m having.

  I’m a consummate flavor of the month. Say what they will about me, I have a way of arousing curiosity. Chalk it up to how I keep my mouth shut and tendency to stare into the distance, perpetrating something resembling a soul, when all that it comes down to is wondering what that street corner…
• January 17, 2022

  welcome to creole nights.

    Open season, another lonely night on the calendar. February 7, 1999, and three days earlier, Amadou Diallo had been shot. Twenty-two years, all summarized in a single moment: reaching for his wallet, violently thrust into the next life with the help of nineteen slugs from four officers of NYPD’s Street Crimes Unit. Dead on…