A Different Kind of Writer

     Cadence left her shift at Knight’s like she always does at midnight.   She had class in the morning at nine and she still had homework to do finish.   Normally she walked to the corner and around the block but tonight she decided to take the alleyway.   She was tired and wanted to get home as quick as possible.   Her mind switched to the three ass-holes that continued to harass her at the door.   She never got mad when customers would mistake her for one of the dancers because of her voluptuousness.   She just chalked it up to guilty by association or a hazard of the job, but these three niggas would not leave her alone.   RayJohn, head of Security, had to throw them out.   They shouted obscenities at her and him as they were escorted to the outside.   As soon as it was over, she thought no more about them and continued her shift.   Two more hours she worked and because they were featuring dancers from Baltimore...

The mysterious person on the other end of the phone told Darby to look up.     Simultaneously Passion walked through the door and into his office.   He damn near choked when he saw her.   He thought she was dead.   The mysterious caller laughed, “Slimy muthafucka” and hung up the phone.   With fear and destiny in my eyes I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.   I left his office satisfied after I took the files of my next target.   That was six years ago when I wiped crooked ass Darby Jenkins off the face of this earth.   His dirty deeds had caught up with him.   After all this time, my research and resources had been put into place, and thanks to my sister Misty, who’d helped me fight a few battles, I was headed to my final destination, home.     Now at the airport, Misty looked at me and smiled.   She waved goodbye and I wiped the tears from my eyes.   I headed toward the departure zone and left her i...