T’was before Covid, but after aids. Before trump, but after Lewinsky. Somewhere in-between the hullabaloo of life existed a fire haired girl who loved her grandma dearly. “Old people get it” she’d tell her mother when being lambasted over her makeup or the length of her skirt. “Marry while you’re still pretty dear.” Grandma knew that looks don’t last and men are seldom interested in an IQ. No matt...

Growing up I don’t remember a time not knowing what a hooker was or what drugs were. Knowing what hookers did was unclear, but I knew it was not something that happened during the day. Point road was one of the main roads downtown in the city close to our little town. It was famous. Famous for hosting ladies of the night, homeless of the night and whomever opted for nightly dalliances at a cost. ...

Walking in a market area, things were, to say the least and to be as polite as humanly possible, uncommon. Centipedes in polystyrene boxes, crawling their crawls on the others that crawl. Scorpions on the chopping block being coaxed into submission by the little hands of a child with little slits for eyes.

The air was thick with the pungency of what could only be described as death-because-dinne...

She sat on the park bench. Ducks akimbo and the sun out back. She was waiting. Waiting for someone, who was not known. A person with a face, arms, and legs. She didn't know why, she just waited. "If we pull this off, we're set for life!" A voice said behind her. As the silence punctuated the sentence, she could feel a rush of memories, knowledge and training flooding her brain like endorphins afte...