“WE’RE STILL SLAVES, FOLKS. Our owners just removed the chains from our legs and wrapped them around our minds,” Anselmo Washington said, careful to temper his tone. A black Mississippian born and bred to the plantation, as he described himself, he stood on his steamy front porch, hat in hand, and spoke to the white
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Paulson flopped a leg lazily over the side of the bed, his large big toe swirling around on the carpet. His female companion had drifted contentedly to sleep, the sex had been exciting, both of them trying too hard. Paulson could hear the sea washing foam against the sand, the heat of the sun against
Desiree discovered the pristine limbs after a blast at the Circle Towne Mall. She turned to Lamont, pointed at a hand resting palm up on the cloudy white tile in front of Victoria’s Secret, and said, “Look.” That night she and Lamont gathered the hand (pink fingernail polish), and also a foot (still in Lacoste
It was a last minute booking: Mr George Smithson. Reception claimed he had called on several occasions but failed to finalise the arrangements. That was shorthand for time-wasters who rang for kicks, with no intention of proceeding. ‘The old bugger kept giving a different name,’ Myra said, ‘but I recognised the voice and checked the
The following is an excerpt from a memoir about teaching ESL in South Korea. Everyone had their own challenges adjusting to life on Jeju. The Korean education system includes a barrage of placement tests to determine one’s reputation. The purpose and criteria of which are not always clear. But if the ultimate significance of these tests
7 weeks before his death. She looked at him. She looked so forlorn. He had started to leave. Don’t, she said. Don’t go. I have to, he said. A little more? Just a little more? Okay. He went back. I miss you, she said. Me too. Do you have to leave? I can stay a
It was his sister that taught him how to dance. Well, it was really just the step sequence. He never took it seriously, but Anna was seven and came back everyday from school with a watery voice. So they would lock the room to his door, blare music through the laptop, and dance until she’d
