Short Stories

Short Story Sunday 3/5/2017 (Her Hustle in Paris)

Danisha and Darnell I walked my sister to the door, hugged and kissed her and watched until she drove off. Anissa was right though. It wouldn’t hurt to call Darnell. As I walked up the stairs, I scrolled through my phone for his number. Then his face popped up on my screen. He was FaceTiming… Continue reading Short Story Sunday 3/5/2017 (Her Hustle in Paris)