Posts Tagged: Urban Life

Short Stories You're Still You
The Money Tree
July 1, 2021
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Previously on You’re Still You… Monday: As told by Waita At the office, I circle Mary’s desk and drape my arm over her chair. With any luck, she’ll like the smell of a freshly pressed shirt and the splashes of Hugo Boss on my neck. I stroke my beard and make light eye contact as […]
Short Stories You're Still You
Adrift
June 10, 2021
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Previously on You’re Still You *As told by Waita I stir awake on the couch and remain still for a full hour like roadkill on a hot tarmac road. My arms feel like elephant tusks so I just lie there blinking until sunlight starts streaming in through a parting in the curtains. Now that I’ve […]
Short Stories You're Still You
Tipping Point
February 18, 2021
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Previously on You’re Still You… *As told by Waita On the drive home, I am braced for a fight. I haven’t spoken to Nora all weekend, or at least that’s what she’ll say. I haven’t fawned over her in front of our friends. I haven’t painted the picture of perfect love and devotion. She can […]
Short Stories You're Still You
The One I Should’ve Waited For
December 17, 2020
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Previously on You’re Still You… It’s one of those crisp days where everything is as it should be. The sky is a brilliant blue interspersed with cotton-white wisps of clouds. We’re at the turn of the season, so the plant life is robust with different shades of green and yellowed tips. There are dragonflies and […]
Short Stories You're Still You
In the Reeds
October 15, 2020
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We’re both laughing now because we’re buzzed but also because we’re on the precipice of something momentous. A knowledge has passed between us that in the cosmic thread that connects us both, a new bond is forming. Whatever I say will influence whatever life decision he’s struggling with. However it goes, we’ll both remember this night. The laughter is just to quell the jitters.
Short Stories You're Still You
A Moment Longer
September 17, 2020
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What we both know to be true, but which remains unsaid, is that I don’t get invited to family road trips because I’m single. The wives don’t like me. They don’t like how I stand with their men sipping old-fashioneds while they grill, with no kids to run around after. They envy my freedom. And they hate that I’m privy to all of their husbands’ inside jokes because I tag along to all the stuff they don’t get invited to.
Short Stories
The Conquistador’s Woman
August 27, 2020
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Inside they’re playing Amapiano which is pouring out through the balcony. I can see right through to where she’s sitting from here. When she gets up to go and rinse her glass in the kitchen I watch her. Alright. I ogle her. She’s wearing one of those hugging sweater dresses. I have half a mind to go circle her waist from the back and pull her flush against me. She doesn’t look like she’d flow with it though. Besides, those are mad fisi vibes bana. I’m trying to get her attention, not get dismissed.
Short Stories
Dominoes
April 23, 2020
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Previously on Eucalyptus Man … It’s evening in Naivasha and the night creatures are stirring awake. I’ve spent the day talking about pelicans and marabou storks on Crescent island. The sun has been on my back all afternoon. My heels are hot from being on my feet all day, but I love it. I love […]
Eucalyptus Man Short Stories
A Seismic Event
April 9, 2020
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Previously on Eucalyptus Man… What can I tell you about Mundia and me? Our marriage – the beginning, the end, and the murkiness in between – is something I mull over from time to time. Ruminating is a great source of anxiety for me, but I’m the sort of person who can’t move on from […]
Eucalyptus Man Short Stories
A Kite on a Branch
March 19, 2020
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Previously on Eucalyptus Man… I can’t say for sure when the seeds of discontent sprouted. I just remember starting to feel my world growing smaller, a kind of darkness closing in, sealing me into place. Sometimes thinking about it made me sad. Then realizing that I was sad made me even sadder because I am […]
Biker's Island Short Stories
Close Range
April 4, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island… I have taken to standing with my back to the wall now because every time I have my back to a room I feel his presence behind me. I see the back of his head in my mind’s eye and a bolt cuts across my stomach. There’s a cold sweep of […]
Soul Taste of Mel
Old Business
March 28, 2019
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*** The series finale for Biker’s Island is still sizzling on the grill. I’m taking my time with it because I know you guys like it juicy and well done and if I serve it medium rare someone will ask to speak to my manager.  All the same, it’s Thursday and while we’re on the […]
Biker's Island Short Stories
Blindsided
February 21, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island… At his bedroom window, I stepped behind the heavy, opaque drapes; the kind they have in hotel resorts that you can draw in the middle of the afternoon and catnap undisturbed. I tilted the louver window slightly open, enough to infuse fresh air into the room without letting in too much […]
Biker's Island Short Stories
Sandstorm
January 31, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island… On the days leading up to the evening when I had a brush with the law, there were signs of a sandstorm sweeping through my desert. That morning I rolled over in bed, lit my face with the blue light of my phone, and squinted at the time. It read the […]
Short Stories
This Is How He Kills You
July 20, 2017
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You’re staring down the barrel of a six-gun and you don’t even know it. How can you, when you’ve just met? You’re in that blissful, tipsy state where the music has started to course through your veins and you can’t sit still. He’s seated across from you with a faraway look in his eyes. The […]