Maxine looked out her window at the neighborhood from her second floor, blowing halos of smoke from those dark lips and lactating while the baby lay screaming in the crib. The perfect life of birthing a child and marrying Sammy hadn’t come together after all. Never had she figured he’d lay dead by her hands for wanting to leave. Sure did wish the child would cease all that hollering. She finished out the last of her smoke and pushed back from the window opening. Darn near tripped over Sammy, blood still warm, when she lifted the baby to feed it.
Copyright 2014 Totsymae
All Things Totsy and Beatrice 
Okay, I love the vignette and the video too. A bit dark but Sammy had it coming!
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Oh, man. You go for the gut, huh…
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Intriguing story. What’s Maxine going to do about Sammy and why didn’t it work out? From where he’s laying on the floor, he don’t look like a really bad guy. Just a quiet one.
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I don’t think Maxine’s thought that far down the road. I guess she likes’m quiet too, being that he was talking all that smack about leaving her.
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I almost panicked. I thought B had gotten married and killed someone.
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Never fear. Bea is a lotta things but she’s no killer. I don’t think she’s down with wearing matching jumpsuits with prison mates and all.
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Well sounds like Sammy had it coming, now he is a bit of bad decoration though.
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An imposing decoration at that. Must be real careful about who you’re giving your seed too. Men, that is.
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