“there are sharp things in the ground and her hands are soft.” ©
A collection of short stories — Written by Ama Gisèle, 2018
Come Now
"Zamira is a senior in high school now and I, a junior, so she is allowed to wear heels and I am not. She bought her first pair two months ago –an awful lime green that she swears is cute. She is wrong."
The Sunday School Race
"Monday through Saturday, the street is populated by lines. A line for the bus that stops right outside of the deli. A line for the food pantry ran off of the same back room we were just crowded into. A line for coffee from the cart parked outside Mrs. Carter’s house. All day, line after line. But on early Sunday mornings, there were no lines."
The Rain