Boogie Baby

"I swear I can dance longer than I can fuck."      

                                                          — Jane Leiby

        Before she knew it hands were on her hips, shoulders and arms, and someone with a headset was talking into Zuri's ear. Out of instinct she almost whirled around, ready to throw down and take lives with her powerful and quick hands, but Zuri with wide eyes was smiling and pointed over Ariana. She turned around and saw a blank space towards the back of the club, with special swiveling lights around it and small stairs leading to it, like a stage. It was elevated maybe fifteen feet off the ground, looked like a 12x12 circle. Ariana turned to looked at the men, some had headsets, bouncers, some were just excited patrons.

        She asked over the music to Zuri. “WHAT?!”

        She leaned in as Zuri explained, “It's an extreme hona to go up to the platform, they see you for a spirited danca. You must go!” She laughed hard and pattered her shoulders giving The Chosen One a cheek kiss, “GO BOOGIE BABY!”

Let it Snow

Prelude

"I'm never a bad girl, but when I am, I certainly don't get caught."

                                                                                                — Peggy the cashier at Publix       

The snow was coming down thick, heavy, slow and steady; like a tortoise showing up the hare. The brown leather briefcase in the fat hand was getting powdered like a field from a crop-duster. So was the portly gentleman holding it as well. It was late in the day, the sun starting to hide it’s golden rounded head from one side of the world and show it to the other.

He was nervous walking through the doors of the restaurant placed on the street clouded with pedestrians rushing out of work for drinks, for dinner, for cigarettes, beer or merely decompression in the metropolitan area.

A manila folder with details of a specific nature nestled next to all kinds of photos and stapled documents and paperwork inside a briefcase that contained information of the highest priority.  Information that he knew could get him in front of an oversight committee full of crotchety older men who didn’t like things that were done outside of the pages of their strict “By-the-book” standards of practice. 

            Neither did she. . .

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Shadowboxing

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