THE MEDIOCRE WHITE MAN, Pt. 3 of 3

III. Stephen hadn’t lost consciousness for more than a second when he awoke with a bloody mouth full of jagged front teeth. Imbedded in the wall before him were his broken tooth fragments. His legs had become like rubber and he surely would have succumb to gravity had the onyx-colored women not been there to […]

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THE MEDIOCRE WHITE MAN, Pt. 2 of 3

II. As I laid before Stephen, in my knuckle-induced sensory deprivation, Stephen’s unconscionable thoughts were as vivid as ever. It case it isn’t clear, I could read thoughts. It is at this point that my story is filtered through his toxic gaze. Bear with me. With every excruciating step towards the vault door, the word “cunt” […]

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THE MEDIOCRE WHITE MAN, Pt. 1 of 3

I. Before sunlight crept across hurricane-battered rooftops, illuminating the patchy brown lawns and pothole-ridden streets of post-Katrina New Orleans, beneath a blanket of bleeding pink and purple, faintly star-speckled twilight, within a ghost town of water-warped slouching shotgun houses, among which remained the former domain of the deceased Shotgun Queen herself, stood her property’s then […]

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SHOTGUN QUEEN, Pt. 4 of 4

A prologue to ‘The Mediocre White Man’ IV. Back in eighty-four, her doctor had given her four months to live–six if she were lucky–which is nothing short of generous given Miss Johnson’s cigarette consumption. She’d been on a diet of two packs a day since sixty-two. Unfortunately for her doctor, she’d have had the last […]

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SHOTGUN QUEEN, Pt. 3 of 4

A prologue to ‘The Mediocre White Man’ III. Miss Johnson married in her own time, what some would say late in life–she was in her sixties. In any event, that shit was short-lived. Walter Edwin Johnson–not to be confused with the benevolent Walter Edward Johnson–was a bastard. Miss Johnson married Edwin for appearance’s sake. She […]

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SHOTGUN QUEEN, Pt. 2 of 4

A prologue to ‘The Mediocre White Man’ II. Had Miss Johnson known a white man would one day hold the deed to her house, she would have burned that bitch to the ground with herself in it and opened fire on any poor bastard attempting to come to rescue her from the flames. Of course, […]

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SHOTGUN QUEEN, Pt. 1 of 4

A prologue to ‘The Mediocre White Man’ I. Miss Johnson mean mugged me from her den recliner while burning through a soft pack of her second favorite cigarettes. I purposely purchased her second favorites to piss her off. I hoped she’d perceive my willful negligence as an act of incompetence and insist she accompany me […]

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