A Misunderstanding

I was never mad at her. How could I be? Mina was to become my wife in less than two weeks.

“You lying sonofabitch!”

I guess all women believe their miserable girlfriends over their fiancés. Apparently not getting piped in over a year makes you think clearer. Bitch Sherry. She has date with my sissy’s fist pretty soon. I don’t hit women.

I can’t help my sailor’s talk. I grew up in a house where fuck was used every other word. Pops damned everything he touched, including himself when he drove his ’96 Impala off the Jiminy Creek River Bridge with a Budweiser in his lap.

I woke up the next morning to Mina’s engagement ring left on my nightstand, half the closet empty. She even took my DeMarco Murray jersey — pre Philly debacle. She always did think that was hers.

Nortina


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Act

Love’s an action verb. Nana knew I loved her, right? Even though I often snubbed her for Jacob, a man she never met.

I left him a message hours ago. He finally texts: But all your family will be there, and I don’t have gas.

If there was a ever time he’d do something for me . . . for once . . .if he loved me . . . Is this the action Nana meant?

Nicki calls again. “Reverend’s about to pray over her body.”

The driving rain makes it difficult to see the road to Jacob’s. Somehow, I feel it’s Nana’s doing. She wants me home.

word count: 100

—Nortina


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Stay-At-Home Mom

His phone went straight to voicemail—again. She cooled herself. An angry message would only prolong his absence.

“Honey, you promised you’d be home by seven.” The digital clock over the stove displayed 9:32.

“I know your job’s important.” She wouldn’t think about the temp. The one with the blond pixie cut. The one who wore the baby doll dress with the plunging neckline to the office picnic.

“I made your favorite—It’s getting cold.” The contempt rose in her voice. She had to hang up.

She wished she’d finished school before the baby. Tonight, her only company was wasted lasagna.

word count: 100

—Nortina


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