The Vixen

As Nell and Asa walked up the steps to the Inlet Inn, Asa pulled out a small prescription bag from his breast pocket and said, “I need to make a delivery to one of my customers upstairs. I’ll come down to the ballroom when y’all start to play.” They stood on the veranda facing each other uncertainly as the scent of hush puppies and clam chowder wafted out of the large inn. Nell was still outraged by her fiancé’s harsh words regarding her Jake and Miss Bessie / and she now questioned his…

girls. She’s…” He trails off, eyes on me. My ears perk up and my heart pauses its job, waiting for the complete sentence. I’m what? I’m what? Say it, goddammit! But he doesn’t, flicking his eyes from me. Qwesie has no problem finishing for him. “A vixen. A temptress. A minx. Bloody delightful.” I grin at Qwesie. He’s mental. Sitting up in the chair, I grab my drawstring bag. “Okay, so are we gonna train or what?” Over with the fun and jokes, I’m now paying attention to the fact that I’m here…

Minorities vs. Majority The average person in the United States spends nearly half of their spare time watching television, listening to radio, reading newspaper and magazines, or surfing the web. Television is the primary source of news and entertainment for the average American. Some viewers even think that social conditions and stereotypes shown on television are real (Mass Media and American Politics). Minorities are overall depicted as uneducated and criminals, while whites are portray as…

She decided not to. “Took you long enough. Where were you? Havin’ a shot with the old judge, or what was left of him once I left him dried up and spent?” Sam didn’t laugh. He stood there like an erect corpse. This wasn’t the feared downtown barrister, wordless, a strain in his eyes reminiscent of the old days of a near- gone and soul-lost man. Sweet Mary didn’t break the silence. She let quiet do what it did and come back to her. Listening to its mes- sage was a skill she’d learned from the old…