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nowme takes the pics & i write the words* Ellie looked up from her phone when Mom exited the George Washington Bridge. Maryland and fifth grade a distant memory. Mom-Mom’s apartment was in the Bronx. She liked this part: ridin’ in the heart of the city, music blaring from bodegas, people covering the block. Mom-Mom’s building …
nowme takes the pics; i write the stories* Sunday drives are tradition in the Hernandez household. “Audrey, Eddie, Luis! Vamos!” I grab my favorite book, “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” and dart out the door. Mom tugs a pigtail and giggles as I run past. When we pull off, I look up at our …
nowme takes the pics & i write the stories Tonight would be the harvest moon, freedom soon come. Simone would climb the narrow flight of stairs to her roof for access to a wide swath of uninterrupted Brooklyn sky. That was the only way to be sure it was time. A week ago, on an abandoned …
nowme takes the pics & i write the stories The new owners wanted to chop her down. Their conversations about her drifted through the screened windows. She didn’t look like much but she knew her worth. Her roots reached deep into the earth and she shaded the second floor. The Clayton’s, an older couple who had …
Photo by nowme. She posts the pics (NYC windows) and I write the stories (female lead, 100 words or less). Selena rounded the corner. The warm yellow of the living room lamp meant Mom was home. She quickened her pace, the light like a beacon in the early evening dusk. I wish I could pack …
Photo by nowme. She posts the pics (NYC windows) and I write the stories (female lead, 100 words or less). The first time Tawanda’s mother shared her when I’m gone instructions, she rejected the information. “Come on Mom, I’m not tryna talk about that,” said Tawanda. “Don’t matter, you need to know,” replied her mother, “Your …
Photo by nowme. She posts the pics (NYC windows) and I write the stories (female lead, 100 words or less). Tonya didn’t have a choice the first time Royce kissed her. She was sitting by his girlfriend Monique—everyone called her Nique—in the midst of a game of Spin the Bottle. The empty bottle pointed to her. …
My homegirl nowme has been working on a 365 day photo challenge. Her muse has been NYC windows. She suggested we collaborate: she posts the pics and I write the stories. My rules for the micro stories: female lead, 100 words or less She flung open the black iron shutters. “It’s real,” she said, kneeling on the windowsill. …
My homegirl Naomi aka nowme has been working on a 365 day photo challenge. Her muse has been NYC windows. Every day she posts a new image of a window on Instagram. Two weeks ago she posted this picture of a baroque-looking building with a window that seemed to capture the sky. It was stunning and I told …
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