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 …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 4
“A bit hungry?” he asked, grinning. “You could say that,” Aggie replied before taking another bite. “What are you doing up?” “Couldn’t sleep.” He approached the refrigerator and also poured himself some milk. After warming the mug in the microwave, he sat down across from her. “Are you in the mood to share some of …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 3
Later, after a hearty dinner, Aggie stood on the patio. Despite the darkness, she could make out the silhouette of the Swiss Alps in the distance. After six months in the country, she was no less transfixed by the mountains and how they seemed to touch the corners of the expansive sky. It was the …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 2
Marley Van Streck, Aggie’s lifelong friend, usually picked her up from the Cornavin train station in the evenings. After accepting her new position, it went without saying that Aggie would live with Marley and her family in Geneva until she found her own residence. Of course, if it were up to Marley, Aggie would never …
Aggie and the Woman, Part 1
I spoke in my previous post about the transformative short story I wrote about a woman who had more in common with me as a person than I'd ever known in my own written fiction before. Happily sharing that short story with you in daily excerpts. See below for Part 1. **************************************************************************************************************************************** Aggie and the …
This Square Peg. 