The four hoodlums were busy at the tunnel, smoking cigar and marijuana bickering over Brian’s inability to pay up the twenty thousand dollars, and Brian being on their necks for letting it linger for so long a time and Brian still breathing upon the surfaces of Miami.“What do we now, niggers?” one of them asked, affixing a cigar to his black thick lips, “Because we can’t wait any more. It has lingered.”“Yes it has lingered and Brian has to hear from us. From all I have seen he is giving us the folly ride,” the other said.“Indeed he is giving us the folly ride,” another said, smoking heavily, “His name is on our bullet.”“No,” another suggested, “I advise we take his name off our bullets,” he drew from his cigar and blew effortlessly that some let through his nostrils, “This is what we will do, his grandma is ill at the hospital. If we murder her it will get to Brian harder seeing that he loves her so much.”“Nice idea,” one said, shaking his head, “But are you sure she is at the ho

Brian got a call from his parents about the conviction of Mr. Fanny over drugs peddling, and his being sentenced to twenty years imprisonment and Brian was much bitter; he was inflamed because the person involved was Sia’s father, a man he had come to respect and love so much. He, Brain still felt something for Sia- for he had asked his father with eyes full of anguish if Sia was sent to jail when his father briefed him about Sia’s trial too. Although his heart still paused for Sia he would not be returning to California soon; he wished he could return and rewrite the love he had for Sia, but he was out-and-out to create the vacuum of absence to checkmate if what they had was true love or fantasy.Grandma was discharged from the hospital and a welcome party was organized for her by Brian and Sia. With atmosphere heated with happy guests who came to pay grandma the honor of keeping strong, she had least expected the turn-up- ranging from like billionaires, to artisans on the street, f

Ken was very much busy fixing some hot doughnut and cake in the kitchen. He had been wary all day, yet to forgive himself for falling out of grace and short of the schemes of the State’s attorney for his client, Mr. Fanny. Although he blamed Mr. Fanny for keeping his history of drugs peddling from him and expecting him to perform magic, he felt he didn’t do much for the Fanny’s. And now he wondered how Mrs. Fanny would feel, about his legal prowess and experience. After the hearing Mrs. Fanny had avoided him like leprosy and wouldn’t pick his phone calls. He had enough to explain to her; especially about her husband’s decision to go to jail. In fact Mr. Fanny saw it coming and he prepared for it; he had briefed ken that all his days in New York he had not trampled on anyone and had kept a clean slate, and never burnt bridges- offended anyone. So he saw no reason his foes would trace him down to California and plant drugs in his room.There was a ding dong at the door. “I am coming

When grandma heard a ding dong at the door, she thought it was the coffee logistics she ordered earlier on, only to see Meyer’s panicking face when she opened the door.“What is Lucifer doing in heaven’s party?” she asked.Meyers snorted and rolled her eyes at the floor. A hush quietness hung over her gaze and her jaw hooked in humility as her head bowed.“Have you come to dig up history of my HIV status, eh?” grandma barked.“Apologies, grandma,” Meyer said, looking very detached.“Keep your damn apologies to your damn ass. You can’t freshen up hell’s burnt pizza. After you made me survive by artificial oxygen for months, you want me to accept your apologies?”She wanted to say a word, “I- “Grandma cut in, “Shut the fuck up. You have no justification for the poison you spat at me. Grandma’s wrinkled face built unsightly as she pulled out her phone from men her purse. “You know bitch I should fetch you 911, so you can roast your ass in jail.”Meyer went on her knees and molded her ha

Upon catching sight of her mother, Sia ran in the whistling wind and hugged her mother. The hug seemed to be eternal as Mrs. Fanny pecked her on the chin, and they swirled to behold the fire fighters splash water on the fire which made huge crackling and popping noise.“Did any harm come on you?” Ken asked.And Sia got noticed of him, “No,” Sia whispered, flinching slightly as the fire roared at one of the fire fighters who kept splashing water fervently into the flame.“How did it happen?” Mrs. Fanny asked.Sia was fast asleep, unaware of the evil that lurked; she left her ghetto blaster on and blazing sonorously in her studio. The master minder had initiated the fire in the kitchen, few inches from the gas pipe. After so long a flame the fume choked her and woke her up. As she made to the sitting room, to behold the cloud of tar smoke and fire snapping through, she reached for her phone, confusedly and fidgety. The roaring fire fazed her so ba