Writing is the only useful day skill I have.
Day 2. Lea
Kel could feel his grandmother turning in her grave. Knowing her, she was probably searching for the remote to throw at him.
“Boy, I ought to bust yo head. Cooking this chicken without seasoning; That’s them ‘other’ folks business.”
Day 1. “Mercy”
“What. The. Fuck.”
Never a good thought to have 3:47 AM on Tuesday.
“What fresh demon is this raiding my crotch”, thought Mercy as raced the palm of her hand towards her southern source of discontent.