It's not even a week later, and I find myself on a bus to Leonidas, my childhood neighbourhood, again. This time I'm not alone. Rashid is with me, and we're headed to spend Thanksgiving with my family. It's going to be the first time that they'll meet him. The first time I'm introducing a boyfriend … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (10)
I'm on the bus to Josie's. It's the day after we found out that our father died several months ago. I'm alone. Not because Rashid left me, no. We're still good. Although I wouldn't have blamed him. I mean, we're basically still in our rainbows and pink glitter phase of our relationship and we already … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (9)
There's a reason why you won't find the name Franklin Dupree on a trophy for Father of the Year. Probably more like a dozen reasons. All of them scars on my body. When I answer the phone down at Moonwalk Riverfront Park and hear the voice of Bastian Mutters, I'm not very surprised. Bas works … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (8)
Rashid's tongue traces down my spine, and I can feel goosebumps erupting on my back in its wake. I'm on my front, in my bed, and this is definitely not the worst way to be woken up in the morning. Rashid's hand is on my hip, and he places kiss after kiss on the small … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (7)
I can't remember how long I stayed in this position, slumped against the railing, the rough surface of the wooden lattice biting into my back. The tears have long run out. I'm empty. Void. I feel numb, and it's not just from the cold that seeps into my skin and settles in my bones. Everything … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (5)
I must have dozed off because my phone startles me when it goes off. I answer the call, sounding just as shitty as I feel. "Hello?" "Hey... I found your note. Sorry, did I wake you?" It's Rashid. His voice is sending shivers down my spine, evoking echoes of my nightmare. "Hi... no... sorry... I... … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (4)
It’s a golden October in New Orleans. Rashid is coming back today, which makes everything even more golden. He’ll be stateside for almost two months but with a lot of travelling involved. But he’ll be in New Orleans over the weekends, sometimes more. We talked a lot over breakfast that morning after he told me … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (3)
Dearest gentle reader, I promise I will stop using this phrase soon. I just felt it was important to give you a fair warning. This following chapter won't be easy to read. It's not easy to write for me either. I debated whether or not I should, but I think it's important to know about … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (1)
My lips brush against his, light as a feather. It’s not even a kiss. It’s more like a question, an invitation for more. There’s no pressure, just a hopeful touch of soft lips. Please, kiss me back. But we’re frozen in this moment. There’s no response. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. What have I … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (11)
Soso and I quickly set into a routine. I take her to school every morning by bus. She's excited that it's not her normal school bus (I don't live on any of their routes) and proudly shows me off to her friends and school teacher. I've met Ms Harris before. Josie planned for her absence … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (10)
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