After my doctor noticed the welts on my bottom he insisted I speak to a social worker. I met with Ms. Janine a pretty young dark haired woman who was very kind and helpful but had it all wrong. Dr. Parsons is very concerned about you he suspects that you may be a victim of domestic violence. "It's not like that." I protested "Brenda, she continued, I have a...
It was a slack day and I was just cruising around looking for any stray nefarious felons. You know the type, the guy who doesn't come to a complete stop at a stop sign, or one who speeds that little bit over the limit. A lazy bunch today with none of them doing the wrong thing. How am I to keep amused with no motorists to book? My idling along was interrupt...
I returned to school a few days before Jeff. He was finishing his work for the summer. I wanted the chance to show him I could be a domestic asset. I quickly realized that as far as cleaning our apartment I had little interest in domestic competence, let alone excellence. I hired a cleaning service to get the place in shape. Food shopping took me almost a...
What's with women drivers these days? Is it me or are they acting crazier than usual? I mean, seriously. Picture this : A tall young black man strolling through the city of Brockton on a hot day in late August. I'm crossing the street. I'm not alone. There are two young women and they have one cart with them. This woman comes barreling down the street in a d...
As the light rail car came to a halt and the doors opened, Alvin Kotzwinkle turned up the collar on his top coat and pulled it tighter around him. The blast of winter air was bitter, almost as bitter as his resentment. He'd been at work the day before, slaving away over the charts and tables at his uncle's accounting firm when the phone rang. "Kotzwinkle."...
Margaret Frayne had walked from the train station since she could not stretch for the cost of a seat in a carriage. The wife of her previous employer had given her a few extra coins in her final pay, which Margaret suspected was the financial equivalent of her pity. Margaret had been deemed "unsuitable" for the position, the reason of which was left unstated...
You know, people talk about banned implements all the time. Implements that they would never allow used on them or even implements that some say they would never use. For whatever reason. Bad experiences in the past or just an overwhelming fear. I once had that mindset, particularly about a leather strap and also a cane. The strap from the memory of it havin...
The name is Jay Vincent. A big and tall young Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a town full of morons. And I absolutely hate it. From the dumb-ass women I see talking on the phone or checking their makeup in the rearview mirror instead of paying attention to traffic while driving to the punk-ass guys and girls I see smoking (...
Chapter 2: Friday Afternoon Mia sank into the huge chair by the window. The extra £25 for a first class ticket was definitely worth it. The carriage was clean and modern, and most importantly empty. She then opened up her emails on her laptop. There was a few things from work which she needed to reply to. Then, she checked her email confirmation once more...
It began with a need, a hunger for something new, a reckless desire to control the world I inhabited and to mould those around me as I wished. Life was dull. I owned and ran a string of launderettes around the city which I had begun setting up 20 years ago, though these days they pretty much ran themselves leaving me with far too much time to think, somethi...