Category: Short Story

  • Lost in the Woods

    I was 15 when I started to suspect I might be black. I’d left my home in Belize after spending all of my childhood in seclusion. For 14 years the only people I knew were my immediate family. I was home schooled in the rainforest. All the stories and books I’d read, like Cinderella, Treasure […]

  • Humans of Belize

    “I was awakened by wind and noise. When I looked out, I saw roofs blowing off the houses, zinc flying in the sky like leaves, whole trees flying like kites. It was loud. We couldn’t go anywhere. It was too dangerous.” On October 31, 1961, category 5 hurricane “Hattie” made landfall on the central coast […]

  • Hotboys

    Hotboys

    “You know you hot when you gotta dodge pussy.” He leaned back in the Monte Carlo until the leather seat was so low it was more like a lounge chair. A woman walked by. Slowly, he adjusted his seat back up but only halfway. He wore baggy Enyce pants tucked loosely into untied Tims and an oversized Ecko […]

  • The Fall

    The Fall

    When I was eight years old, I fell out of a tree and my face smashed into the rosewood beams that lay beneath it. I still wonder how I’m alive today, or at least not incredibly deformed. It was a dry day, and I was taking a break between math problems. Way was talking to […]

  • Stale, Hot Cheetos

    Stale, Hot Cheetos

    Hot Cheetos. Stale Cheetos. Stale, hot Cheetos. I was well known in the city as a food critic, but no one knew the intricacies of my daily routine. They didn’t know, for instance, that every evening I filled my sink with warm water, opened a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and set it at the […]