Category Memoir

7-WORD STORY

“Does that make sense?” “Yes, it does.”

BUBBLES (3/3)

The thing on the ground takes its final breaths, and the vultures watch, from their bubble high up in the trees. They can see it–the loss of light in the eyes of the thing on the ground as it slowly falls asleep on the savanna.  It breathes slowly and steadily, striving to keep its grasp […]

GRAY, TAN, OR SOME OTHER COLOR (2/3)

In the desire to be truthful, I must admit that I was not the only black child in my school, nor was I the only one in that classroom. There was a girl who, on that first day, had sat on the other side of the room. I saw her–she had dreads and glasses and […]

THE VULTURES (1/3)

A volt of vultures perch themselves high in the branches of a nearby tree. Twenty-two pairs of empty eyes direct themselves to the ground below. The vultures are waiting for everything to turn black in the eyes of another, less fortunate animal, so they can open their wings and enthusiastically plunge themselves into earth and […]