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 […]

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” […]

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 […]

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 […]