The thing that screwed us over, was Madonna. We was keeping a look out on the bench, Bill and Ben, the Flower Pot men, were doing their whole dodgy shoplifter routine, our job was to let Weed know when security were on their way so she could meet them. No one searches a posh looking white woman when two black men are behaving suspicious in the shop. Weed really is posh, but she got kicked out of boarding school for selling weed to the headmaster’s son and things went downhill from there. But she’s still got that authority, you know? Comes marching out the shop looking like she owns the place, “happens” to bump into security two doors down and reports the dicey looking “coloured chaps” in the shop. Throws in a little racism, somehow seems to convince them she’s not the sort to take what’s not hers. Bill and Ben, of course, got nothing on them. No previous either. Totally clean, lucky bastards. Anyway. Madonna came on the playlist, and me and Cal was voguing and so we forgot to give the signal. I mean, if you want to use kids to carry your shit, what do you expect?
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God and I work hand in hand in the garden. I pile the leaves he rots to soil, I sow the seeds he blesses with life. I add the water, he the sun, and we wait together. While we wait, we turn to the dying. He lets me know who is ready to go, and I give things a little push. He slows things down, I speed it up. When the flowers bloom, we rejoice. Afterwards, I collect the seeds, and add the bodies to the compost heap he blesses with decay. In the winter, we stay busy, waiting.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
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Micro fiction is such a skill! I loved this 🤍✨
I can just see them vogueing on the bench and I enjoyed the continuous train of thought. One thing: Did you mean "no previous either?" or perhaps " no priors" as in no prior arrests?