Short Stories

Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy Pt 5

Clinton was wound up with undeniable anticipation of seeing Kerra at his party. He knew in his mind he was behaving like a hormonal fifteen year old boy, but his heart always beat louder than his logic. From the moment he laid eyes on Kerra at a community fundraiser event her previous employer hosted, he knew that she was one of a kind. The appeal of Kerra was not her look, but what she evoked from within. How she felt about the causes of inadequate fresh food supply into communities cut off by transportation and poverty and what she did to help bring the monies to grow food locally and train residents to maintain their crops, all with no corporate or federal backing; she was some special kind of woman! The fact that she was breathtakingly beautiful was a happy bonus!

That night he made it his business to introduce himself; with his family’s history for good measure. The Judges were a family who were known throughout the community for their service excellence and sustainable efforts with community programming. He figured he would have no problem catching Kerra James’ attention that night. And although he wanted to speak about business, his logic told him that it was not all he was after. Thinking it was the alcohol, Clinton put his glass of scotch on the passing waiter tray. He settled into a corner of the room, enclosed by two columns that adorn the Herndon Home, and watched Kerra, more carefully than before.

She seemed to move throughout the crowd as if she were a gracious Queen. No arrogance shown in her demeanor, her effortless smile and the intent look of genuine interest she gave each person who wished to speak with her, made him want to reach out to her. God! How he wanted to pull her tall frame into his and slowly guide her around the room, slowly basking in her glory, savoring the rays of her goodness. It made a man like Clinton feel good to have a woman who draws other unto her, without being provocative. Her femininity was intoxicating, he wondered how her tall frame would feel hugged closed to his. Without another moment to waste on his far-fetched fantasies, he gathered himself to approach her.

Clinton let out a deep sigh as he brought his mind back to the present. He was awaiting the arrival of his best friend Matthew Pitts, who also served as his business partner. The two had been building their marketing firm for the past five years. Just as he were about to call Matt, his friend entered the coffee shop wearing a wide grin across his face.

Either you have good news or you found a parking space close to the shop? Clinton spoke cheerfully.

Ahh my good man, not only do I have good news, but I too found a close spot! But before I get ahead of myself, lemme place my order. Did you order yet? Matt removes his jacket and picks up his menu, peering over the top to get Clint’s reaction.

No, not yet. I was waiting on you. And instead of ordering at the counter, now you just fill out this cards and take it up front. He pushed a card towards Matt, who speedily filled his out and waited for Clinton to pass his.

After their orders were in, the two sat across each other in the booth as Matt got settled in to share his good news.

Remember the chick I use to date who does the PR for the LemonLime Restaurant Group? Shelly. Shelly Kilmer?

Clint nods his head.

Well, she tells me that they are preparing to open a new restaurant on the main entrance of Lenox Mall. They aren’t currently working with a marketing firm and they don’t currently have an in-house personnel….she put our name in the hat man! We could totally get this bid!

Clinton looked at his friend’s grin and felt his spreading across his own face.

Man, this is great news! We have been waiting to bag a top brand, this could be the start of many more to come!

I know. Matt spoke. This is why it is important that your party is beyond what it normally is. We have to show these people what we are capable of even on a birthday party level! Matt was so excited his arm movements help to exaggerate his words.

Clinton understood what he was saying; however he was positive that what he had planned for his special night would have everyone leaving in high spirits. The party was handled.

Listen, I know you have everything handled already man, it’s just, I am so pumped about this opportunity! I’ve been so excited, I haven’t had time to find a date for the party. He thought for a quick second. Maybe Shelly? Nah. Too soon for business and pleasure….although, we’ve had our pleasure before. He grinned despite his efforts not to.

Clinton shook his head at his friend as he chuckled.

What about you Clint? Who are you bringing to the party? Matt asked.

Clinton thought about telling Matt of Kerra’s invite to the party, but decided against it. The two never really seemed to hit it off. Matt did not understand the affection Clinton held for her.

I honestly have not yet decided if I should have a date present.

Would that have anything to do with the fact that a Ms. Kerra James is in town? Matt asked casually as he seasoned his piping hot breakfast plate. He looked up to meet Clinton’s gaze, awaiting his friend’s answer.

How did you kn…

Man, how many times do I have to tell you? I know people everywhere. They see it all and figure to tell me. Besides, when were you going to tell me that you knew?

Clinton sighs. I don’t know. You always give me so much crap about Kerra. I guess, I didn’t want to hear it this time. Plus, it’s just a party, not like she and I will be alone. He turned to look out the window as he ended his sentence. In his mind he could see her again at that fundraiser, looking beautiful and regal. And he thought about how he’d wanted a moment alone with her then. He dragged his hand down his face as if wiping off the emotion of the memory.

And so it begins. Matt muttered. Chasing Kerra.

In his mind, Kerra should be falling at her knees to have the affection of Clinton Judge. He could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted her, a Black woman.

Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy Pt.4

Paula parked her car and headed towards her friend awaiting her inside their coveted shoe store. She was happy that Kerra was back around more often. When she and Dorien were together, Paula rarely saw her friend. Their whirlwind romance had taken everyone aback, but nobody was more affected, in her opinion, than Clinton. Although he and Kerra had always only been friends, anyone with half a mind and the eyesight to go along with it, could see their was a natural and organic attraction between the two. And sure, Paula understood her friend’s hesitancy about moving forward with a relationship with Clinton….it was no small feat. So, she had always kept her thoughts about their budding romance to herself. Who was she to complicate someone else’s thought process, especially when hers seemed to be slipping away from her, rather suddenly.

When she entered the store, Kerra was sitting with about ten or so shoe boxes surrounding her. As she stuck her leg out from behind her long flowly skirt, Paula admired her friend’s awesome legs. Paula always thought Kerra would have made a great shoe or leg model, people can make a living doing anything these days!

Those look fabulous on your feet. You should definitely get those! Paula half – teased Kerra.

Spinning around elaborately, Kerra smiled at her friend as she theatrically elongated her legs, strutting in a small circle, clearly enjoying the attention Paula’s compliment had drawn. The two giggled like sisters and gave way to a warm and genuine hug. Time could never manage to drive them a part. The were made to be friends.

I had begun to worry that you were not going to make it. Hope you don’t mind, I had to start without you, the shoes were beckoning me to them. I gave in.

Paula laughed gently at her friend, Kerra had always been the more artistic one when it came to fashion. Not that she was frumpy, but Paula enjoyed a more causal chic approach, while Kerra was definitely content to be dressed to the nines, despite the weather or activity. She believed looking her best capitalized her appeal, and it did.

I am really excited about Clinton’s party. It has been so long since I have been out amongst friends and good music. You know he throws the best shindigs.

Paula nodded in agreement. Since the first time they met Clint DJing out in the Highlands, at this seedy and tightly packed sardine bar, they knew Clint was the go-to-party guy around town. It amazed Paula to this day that Clinton was the man behind the turn tables. It was a huge shock to both of them that night….Kerra more so than Paula.

She let out a knowing giggle at the memory.

What are you over there thinking about? Kerra asked.

I am thinking about the first time we met Clint at that hole in the wall bar over in the Highlands. That tiny place was packed tight with people and everyone was there to hear Clint spin. She shook her head from side to side. And when we went up to the booth to meet him, I was expecting someone different. It makes me giggle every time, because I just wasn’t ready. Not at all.

Kerra nodded her head. She too had been stunned to learn Clint’s identity. He was a young and handsome, physically fit man…..he was also not Black. In fact, Clinton is white. And while the world spoke of progressive attitudes and behaviors, in the real world, it was completely different. Although she and Clint had never been intimate or displayed any physical affection, she cared deeply for him. She never thought she would connect with a man in the manner she connected with Clinton. It was as if, they had known each other their entire lives, the chemistry was definitely there.

However, so were her parents, friends, colleagues and community. The looks and stares she would receive from Black men when she and Clint would go out for drinks or dinner or a walk in the park, were scary. It was almost as if their eyes alone had permanently etched a scarlet letter into her chest. She never quite understood why it was blasphemy for her to be seen out in public with Clinton, but Black men dated, married and reproduced with various nationalities…what was the big deal with her then?

Well, despite his appearance, Clinton has been a great friend to the both of us. His endless connections and reach have afforded each of his friends advantages we may not have had.

Clinton’s family was a wealthy family who accumulated their wealth through construction and environmental advances. When Kerra was looking to work with a new environmental group in the city, it had been Clinton who made the connection stick. She appreciated him stepping in when she needed him. It was a relationship that she still engaged in today, her experience with that company helped her to develop her career.

I think I will take these and the strappy knee boots. Kerra spoke, pulling herself from her nostalgic thoughts.

Okay, I think I will just go with the t-strap platform. Allows me to show off my arch and my pedicure. Paula wiggled her toes in the shoes as she spoke the words. There was nothing like a little retail shoe therapy to take her mind off her previous thoughts.

As both ladies gathered their selections and headed towards the cashier, they each were simultaneously wrapped up in their own thoughts. Each thinking what the next move was ahead of them.

Exactly what was to come?

And they each would soon find out.

Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy Pt 3

**corrections, the character Mekhi

Kerra was looking forward to shopping with Paula. They spoke often enough while she was away, but it seemed like she could barely get her friend on the phone since her return. She was surprised at herself at how happy Paula sounded over the phone when Kerra called her on short notice. In fact, Paula seemed a little relieved for the invite. No matter, Kerra was happy to chill with her friend. As she stepped into their favorite shoe store, Nine West, her phone vibrated; a text from Paula, omw be there in 15mins.

She cleared out from the message and placed her phone into her purse and begin to make a nice comfy section for their shoe haven. It was going to be an expensive type of day.

Dammitt! Paula shrieked silently as she entered the elevator, thankful she was the only one. How could she behave like some sex starved schoolgirl?! Her behavior was shocking her into a fright, she could not believe how thirsty she appeared for a man who had just been hired, to handle the sensitive needs of the staff, and she was attempting to find out what other needs she and he may be able to assess privately. Something about his intoxicating scent, just would not allow her mind to form work appropriate thoughts of him….Mekhi.

She played out their earlier exchange as she found her car in the parking deck. Upon her normal early arrival onto her floor, she noticed the light in Mekhi’s office was on. Thinking she would pop her head in for a friendly Good Morning, however the pleasantries turned into an hour-long session of local sites, eateries and weekend indulgences. The only reason she finally made her way to her own  office, is because Manda, her assistant came to deliver a message from one of her recent partners, with the graduation program.

Sitting there running off at the mouth with Mekhi, she missed their scheduled phone conference. She could feel the heat of embarrassment rising from the tip of her toes. While struggling to maintain expressionless as she gathered her bag and briefcase, she could not determine if it were from the shame of her secretary finding her sitting casually with Mekhi or the guilt of not wanting to leave his office.

Either way it may it hard to get through the remainder of the day. As soon as Kerra called with an impromptu shoe shopping trip, she jumped at the chance to cut out early from work and from the curious glances Manda were sending her way. Each time she came into the office to hand off a report or pick up an assignment, she would peer at Paula’s face . Paula would not dare raise her eyes to look at her assistant, she knew her eyes would give way to what she was thinking….and what she had in mind, was not something she wanted anyone to know. No one.

A Sweet Embrace

I wanna hug you.
Not just hug you
I want my breasts
To press upon your chest
And your arms to envelop my body.
Hands on my thighs leading towards my waist. Breathing in your scent,
Staring softly and intently into your face.
Remembering you.
Cherishing the moment, falling deeply into fantasies of you and i.
Far away from our reality. All that might be calling me, daring me to believe.
I breathe you in again, and just like that,
We whisk away to another time. When it was all we had, so relish in it. Every
Moment spent is content. I want to replenish. I need to refuel.
Holding you. Holding me.
This is what fills up my make-believes.
I’ll be the mama. You be the daddy.
Or may be you are my King, and I your Queen..see what takes hold of me when you press your chest, against my breasts?
Gliding your hands along my back.
Gently scratching as they make their way down back to my thighs.
You breathe in my scent and I watch your face fly into a serenity.
I study you, feel your own fantasy, feeling special that this embrace takes hold of you as much as it does me.
I hope you remember my smile.
The gap in my teeth. The thick brows that shade the slanted eyes above dimpled cheeks.
Until we meet again.
Breathe in me and meet me in your fantasies.

Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy Pt.2

Hey my loves! Today is part two of my short story from last week. I had a pretty good response to the part 1, so I decided to continue with it…the more you say you like it, the more I will do my best to produce the goods.

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Paula was determined not to be the last one in the office tonight. She had promised Roderick her schedule would loosen up after the partnership was secured at work. Things were going great for Paula. Her hard work was paying off and so has her time working in the trenches during her earlier years at Sow A Seed. It was a non-profit organization who sought to help youth graduate and learn a trade for self dependency. So far under her leadership, the organization had graduated their first group of twenty students. All were reading at 6-8 grade reading levels. By the time Paula contacted persons from her personal network to jump on board with donations and connections, all twenty youth were either reading on their correct level or beyond. She was proud.

Her team was spectacular, she truly knew she could not have achieved the success without them. As she gathered the last of her belongings, Paula’s thoughts were interrupted at the sound of her executive director, Jeffery Waters, tapping at her office door. She turned to see not only her E.D., but a tall, muscular gentleman standing slightly behind him. Usually Paula did not stare, but something about this man’s eyes would not allow her to glance absentmindedly…he seemed to speak with her without saying a word.

Hi Paula, I know you are on your way out, but I wanted to introduce you to our newest member of the staff. Mekhi Borders is our new staff mentor. He will be servicing all of the program managers and case managers who deal with sensitive cases and those who just need someone to talk things through….his voice trailed off.

Paula knew he was thinking about Samantha. She had a promising career at Sow A Seed, however she tragically took her life after a family she was working with died in a tragic homicide. Sam had grown very close to the family of a mother and three children, two boys and an eight month baby girl. The mother was a survivor of domestic abuse, however her abuser was able to track down her and the children, no one survived. Samantha was extremely withdrawn and blamed herself for weeks after the murder. No one ever thought she would take her own life.

Paula took the hand that was now extended towards her. Pleased to meet you. I have heard great things about your work ethic and dedication to the cause. Congratulations on your first graduating class, Mekhi spoke, very clear and his voice erupted like a deep thunderstorm. It didn’t jolt you awake as much as it made one paid attention, and Paula was about face.

Oh, umm thank you! She spoke. I am sure you will find that SOS is a friendly and helpful environment. And if you need anything, I am more than happy to help where I can.  The moment the words came out, she could have sworn she saw Mekhi’s left eyebrow go up.

I will keep all those things in mind. Thank you for your time, I know you probably want to get going.

It was then Paula realized she had been on her way out the door and home to Roderick. Funny how she had forgotten so quickly.

Yes, yes we better allow her to go along. Don’t want hold you up Paula, see you in the morning, Mr. Waters spoke.

Right! She laughed absently. Mr. Waters had turned to walk ahead of her and Mekhi. As he held the door of her office open for her to pass, Paula could smell the fresh and crisp scent of his cologne; had to be Burberry Plaid.  She had always wanted to smell it on Roderick, but it did not work with his original scent.

She heard herself say, Burberry Plaid?

And he responded with a shocked smile, Why, yes? I know it isn’t as new as some of the other things, but it seems to agree with me.

Paula smiled as she gently brushed past Mekhi as she exited the door. She could feel him slightly shift his weight towards her, just barely noticeable, yet she clearly felt the solid impression of his chest against her arm and back.

Goodnight Paula.

Goodnight Mr. Borders. She smiled as he went in the direction of his office and she to the elevator.

As she rode down to the parking garage, she couldn’t help engulfing the scent of his cologne, which now clung to her shoulders and back.

She looked forward to tomorrow morning at work.

Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy

Hi my peeps! I hope you are enjoying your Wednesday. Earlier this year I shared that I am embarking upon the journey of writing my first book and sometimes I come across characters who do not necessarily fit the particular book I am writing, but I still like to give them the opportunity to be known. If you could be so gracious as to leave a comment, like or share about the following, I would most appreciate it. I am always looking to grow in my writing, so do not be afraid to tell me what you think.

Peace and Blessings!


One. Two. Three. She picks up the phone, clicks settings and scrolls down to the “blocked calls” finds his number and swipes left to call.

It is officially his birthday. She had waited for him to reach out to her and invite her to whatever he had going on, he was known for throwing a fabulous party. Plenty to eat and drink and the music was always on point. The phone buzzed in her ear as it rang.

She started to hang up on the fourth ring, but Clinton’s voice came over the receiver. Hello? Who is this?

Kerra did a quick look at the phone as she pulled it away from her ear to check that she had in fact called Clinton. She had. His voice was deeper and heavier than she expected

Clint, its Kerra. I wasn’t expecting to catch you asleep, its kinda early for you isn’t it? She knew she had taken a chance calling him after almost a year and a half of no contact. So many things had changed in that time period. She had thought at the time there was more out there for her….now she wasn’t so sure.

His intense and steady silence made small beads of sweat drip down the small of her back. All of a sudden she felt hot and nervous.

Clinton? She whispered into the phone.

I’m here. I’m just, just trying to get my barings together. I mean, I wasn’t expecting to hear…this is a surprise. He finished.

Listen, I won’t keep you long. I remembered today is your birthday and I , I wanted to be the first to wish you a special one. She sighed deeply, And I am not sure if you know, but Dorien and I..

I know about you and D. Kerra, it’s late and I have a lot to do later on for the party. If you’d like, I can send over and evite and maybe you and Carla can swing through later?

It was a start, she would take it. Yeah, I would like that. Maybe once everything calms down, we can talk?

Yeah, maybe we can. Clinton breathed easily back into the phone. It’s good to hear your voice Kerra. Is the email the same?

Yes, it is.

Cool. I will send it over shortly.



Kerra watched the screen fade to black as she placed her phone back on its charger before laying back against the cool satin pillows stacked strategically across the top of her bed. She focused her thoughts on the raindrops that clung to the large floor to ceiling windows of her condo, and then watched as the drops slid slowly downward.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she were like those raindrops. Clinging to things and people who could not hold on to her, allowing her to fall downward to her demise. She sighed deeply. But not Clinton, never Clinton. He had always been someone real she could go to, no matter what.

Even after she broke his heart and refused his proposal of them moving beyond just being friends; he was still there, he never wavered. Even after she told him she was not ready for a relationship, however; two weeks later had begun a serious romance with Dorien; he gave her his blessing.

Kerra didn’t know if she were coming back to Clinton because she needed him to validate her, or she needed him to love her. Either way, she knew she needed his essence again; the kind of essence that assured her she could step out and fly.

She just hoped that had not changed.

She hoped.


The Price of Silence

She hung the phone up with a heavy mind. So many thoughts tumbling around so fast, she had to sit down in order to calm the swirling storm of thoughts and emotions.

She had to figure out the right reaction to have. The right words to think. Amber had never been any good at being a shoulder to cry on. She could never figure out what was expected of her in those moments. What to do? What to say? How to hurry the conversation to something lighter…..

“That definitely isn’t going to work in this present moment, ” she spoke aloud. Amber had just gotten off the phone with a parent of a previous youth she use to counsel and mentor. KJ was a bright good-looking kid, who was shy at first, but once he knew he could trust you, he’d come out of his shell. KJ was one of Amber’s favorite in the program. He was polite, well-groomed and on time! Most youth looking to change their life around, figure they are doing you a favor by showing up to meetings and workshops, but KJ was different. Every opportunity to experience something new or learn a new skill set, he was there.

So it was very surprising to Amber the night of the awards ceremony when KJ did not show up. How ironic that he would receive the “Best Attendance” Award, and not be present! It didn’t make any sense to Amber. The next day she called his mom and received the shocking news: KJ was arrested for armed robbery. He’d been behind bars for almost two weeks before the ceremony, no wonder none of the staff or other youth had heard from him.

Amber buried her head in her hands and typed up her case notes……Months went by before KJ requested to see Amber. As much as she wanted to reach out to him, she couldn’t. What am I going to say? What could I possibly have to say to hide how I feel? To overlook the circumstances? She gathered up the courage to visit him, but wouldn’t you know, she had to wait to be approved before seeing KJ! Fine with me she thought, I couldn’t take being in there another minute!

All the dreariness and sadness seemed to seep through the walls. There was absolutely nothing cheery about jail, not even the lobby area! So why would anyone want to risk their happiness or freedom to be here, she thought.

After that visit, Amber never returned again. She didn’t want to feel that loneliness, that heavy sadness she felt before. Sure she would check on him through contacts she had with the jail and even accepted a few collect calls, but never again in person.

And then today, almost a year and a half later, KJ has his sentencing. Two birthdays, two New Years, and over a dozen holiday gatherings later, KJ is brought before a judge and jury, to be sentenced. His mom called with the news, “he took the deal,” she says. “Fifteen years, with possible parole once he’s served a reasonable amount of time.”

But Amber doesn’t hear her anymore, she has drifted in her mind to all the moments she had KJ in her presence and spoken to him about his dreams, his goals, his aspirations, his choices in life. How fast money always slows you down in the end. How being young and good-looking takes one only so far. She wanted to weep. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to turn back time, be a guardian angel, help him walk away.

But she didn’t do any of those things, she couldn’t. Instead, she made the promise in her heart that from that day forth, she would find the words to say, in the rough times, she would find the courage to nurture and heal.

***the names and some information has been changed or exaggerated to protect the innocent.

Pushing Forward: Short Story

Elleon couldn’t believe she had gone this long without accomplishing the dreams she’d set for herself as a young girl growing up in a world of fantasies and make believe. She would spend countless hours rehearsing songs and dance moves, even perfecting the skill set of keeping her imaginary audience engaged in her performances. Yet here she is, a young adult….well does late twenties still count as young? And she was trying to catch up to the promises she made herself a long time ago….What would that young girl say to Elleon if she could see her now? Stand in front of her, and really see her.

Would her younger self simply hug her and know the efforts put forth to accomplish those dreams she lived and breathed? Surely her younger self had to know her expectations for life are just so high and how much Elle beat herself up over not being the success story she needed her to be….she wanted her to be…..she knew Elle could be.

I hope I haven’t disappointed her too much, Elle thought. I hope when she looks from the inside out, she isn’t ashamed of my accomplishments. I hope she doesn’t silently pity me when watching others doing the things she wanted me to do and enjoying the lifestyle she always wanted.

But who is she to judge, right? I mean she’s just a child! What does she really know about life and the aftermath of innocence? What does this wide eyed, big idea dreaming, anything is possible, kid really know about life anyway!?

I can’t be too hard on her. She really didn’t have any other choice but to dream. It was what kept her from believing the things other kids would spat out about her. Her appearance, her clothes, her height, her weight, her teeth….everything was subject to scrutiny. So could I really blame her for dreaming big and encouraging me to reach for the stars? Elle whispered the words silently in her mind.

“Dammit! I owe her that!  I owe her the opportunity to know she wasn’t dreaming in vain or that she was crazy for dreaming outside her environmental box! I will be my own hero again. I will swim in the soul of my younger self, fearless and ready, willing to win.” Elle spoke the words out loud, something she rarely did anymore.

Elleon  calmly brushed back a tendril of hair from her face and began to walk upon the stage.