Robin Gadsden
Bio
I am an adjunct instructor in Writing Composition at several colleges and universities in the New York/New Jersey area. I also worked for 17 years at The Record newspaper. I am a graduate of Howard University and Seton Hall University.
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Will
The law office of Fielding, Martin, and Holmes was an imposing edifice on Collingswood Boulevard. It was a two-story building around for nearly 40 years. So imposing that John and Deborah Powers felt a bit uneasy, well Deborah or Deb at least. But John held her hand. “It’s just his will being read,” he said. “Who knows? We might get something out of it.”
By Robin Gadsden3 years ago in Fiction
"New Face"
October 1973 When Jenny got the call, she dropped everything. She left her multi-billion-dollar company in the middle of a staff meeting when her assistant gave the message. At the other end of the line, she was neither shocked nor surprised by the news. Actually, she expected it. She didn’t dread it at all. She called her driver and told him to start the limousine. She would be right down. All she needed was her purse and her fur. She was dressed smartly for business. Her attire was neat, crisp, conservative, and well-tailored. She pulled out her mirrored compact to make sure she covered the Frankenstein monster-esque scar above her right eye. It was both a reminder and a symbol of what she had gone through in her life. She still wanted to look presentable, but she still had to hide it with the bangs.
By Robin Gadsden4 years ago in Fiction
"Salamat"
“So, it comes at exactly 5:50?” said Maria. Her boyfriend nodded. “Like clockwork.” It was 5:15 in the morning. It was still dark due to Daylight Savings Time. Maria shivered in her grey sweatshirt and jeans with the hole in the right knee and her New Balance sneakers her mother bought for her.
By Robin Gadsden4 years ago in Fiction
"Exhaust"
Dawn. The sun was just coming up in the meadow. The green grass was still soggy from the dew. That foggy mist was evaporating around the mineral gray Ford Explorer. She sat in the front. The whole car had tan leather seats. He sat in the back. She set it up perfectly. He had his seatbelt on. He had a blanket on his lap. The doors are locked. The passenger seat window was slightly open. It was a perfect fit.
By Robin Gadsden4 years ago in Fiction
