Tag: fiction
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I Love Sofia
“Profundity? That’s a big word,” John smirked. Sofia’s hackles went up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “Is it because I’m a woman?” “Don’t be silly.” “Is it because I’m from Brooklyn – and not the trendy, hipster Brooklyn?” He shook his head. “It’s because my dad was a construction worker.” “This is getting out…
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The Dirty Old Man
“Not again,” Lisa muttered before turning to the man tapping her shoulder. She looked him up and down. What was it about her that attracted middle aged men? At least this one seemed to be in decent shape. Still, he could be her father’s older brother. Another dirty old man. “Look, sir, I’m sure you’re…
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The Junkyard
“America, that trellis your father constructed out of reclaimed wood killed all of my roses.” My mother stood at the window, shaking her head in frustration. “I told you it was a bad idea to get garden supplies out of that nasty old abandoned junkyard.” “You told us not to go there because it’s haunted,…
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The Boogeyman
“America is the land of the free, the home of the brave.” “You’ve misinterpreted the rhetoric, just a bit. It doesn’t apply to breaking into my home.” I managed to sound calm, despite my racing heart. The last thing I’d expected upon returning home from a long day at the newspaper was to find a…
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Blood Is Life
“…become a Sodom and Gomorrah.” “What was that, Mrs. Heks?” I was distracted by my new partner, Chen, who was vomiting as if possessed by a demon. The wrinkly woman scowled. “Please pay attention Officer Jill.” I managed not to roll my eyes. “She’s Detective Kalbag,” Chen joined us, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. …
J. Rusolo Ward 