Sitting deep in the woods, within a slight clearing, was the oak tree. Its trunk was massive and burly, with branches strong enough to bear the weight of the African American men, women, and children who met their final moments at its feet. Some of the white children, some of whom had been present during some …
The Hanging Tree, Part 5
Alice slipped on a pair of sunglasses when she walked outside the next morning due to the glare of the sun, but primarily to cover her swollen eyes. Following her short, succinct meeting with the superintendent, the desire to both scream and give up had culminated in a weeping session in the ladies’ room. (She drily noted …
The Hanging Tree, Part 4
“Would you date someone outside of your race?” Nadine Maxwell peered at Alice over her wineglass following the latter’s question. Having since reconciled over their disagreement earlier that week (being friends since grade school meant they couldn’t live with an impasse between them for too long), the two sat on the floor in Alice’s living …
The Hanging Tree, Part 3
Unfortunately for Alice, however, Henry Cooper wasn’t leaving her mind anytime soon. She thought so much about his admission that she found herself bursting into his classroom early Monday morning. Sitting at his desk, Henry looked up at her in surprise, his reading glasses nearly falling off in the process. He stood up. “Alice—” “Did you actually …
The Hanging Tree, Part 2
However, it was the elephant in the room, wasn’t it? Furthermore, Henry's admission had given birth to another elephant in the room: Henry Cooper, a White man, was in love with Alice Harper, a Black woman. As she gazed at her dark brown skin in the mirror later that night, that particular fact loomed larger …
The Hanging Tree, Part 1
Guess what? I'm sharing more short fiction with you, dear reader. I wrote this short story after my bestie saw the tree in question (you'll see further for context) and posed a simple idea to me: write a story about that tree. This was the result. I'll share in excerpts. Read on...(and this is something …
Aggie and the Woman, The End.
That Monday afternoon, Marième waved at Aggie when she stepped onto the train. Aggie waved back. I wish you the very best, she told the woman silently. It was all she could do. * As usual, Marley was waiting for Aggie when the latter exited the train station. “Did you have a good day today?” …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 7
This is probably my favorite portion of the story. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “Yaa, is everything all right?” her mother asked breathlessly when her daughter’s face came into view on the computer’s camera a few hours later. Unlike the majority of her friends and family, her mother rarely referred to her as Agnes or Aggie. Rather, she preferred …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 6
“You were quiet at dinner,” Marley said to Aggie as the two strolled down a path behind the Van Streck home that evening. The path led to a clearing, which provided an even more breathtaking view of the Alps. Since the incident on the train a few days ago, Aggie had been reliving it all …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 5
Are you on the train yet? Just stepped on. No seats available so I have to stand. Sigh. Too bad. Do you see Marième? Let me look. By the way, if we lose Wi-Fi, I’ll text you when we get above ground. Okay. That Friday afternoon, Aggie looked up from her text conversation with Daniel …
This Square Peg. 