Fiction
I knew years ago that the paternal gene was missing. I should not, would not, be relied on by other humans, especially small, defenseless ones
Paul once thought that the talent and ambition that had propelled him into graduate school as the first Negro PhD in pharmacology would keep propelling him, perhaps into a chairmanship at a prestigious Negro university. But life and history took over…
Yarrow doesn’t say much aside from being strange but that’s less him and more his parents, if he even has those. He doesn’t seem like the type to come from a womb.
God knows my father did his share of speed, but it was the smoking that finally got him.
The rule of conduct for freshmen confronted by a homeroom teacher rarely varies. Shaniece chooses the most common move…
After my father’s disk sander had whirred to halt, he turned to me and gestured majestically. “Matthew, the work is always the best pay.”
I did a little time once. It wasn’t a long bit, but that doesn’t matter much. Time is time.
You know how it is. You think you’re married, you’re married to Albie forty-two, what is it, forty-three years, so at least you know Albie. Right?
“Dina,” she said, “you’re the least romantic person I know. For you to be a wedding photographer is too hilarious to pass up.”