Buns Stories

A clatter smashed the quiet. Samantha exchanged a glance with her best friend and followed her to the kitchen. “Five!” Imani’s husband yelled. With his sneakers propped on the counter behind him, his rolling pin flattened the dough on the island countertop with each makeshift push up. Flour caked his muscled forearms. “Andre!” “What, baby?” He dropped to his feet, tossing an arm around Imani and rustling her wild curls. “...

Sitting in obscurity, Drowning in thought, I plunge my hand Deep into the cold, moist soil Surrounding me And sigh in relief For something tangible. Movement to my side Makes me turn. Grappling arms of midnight Stretch to capture A straining Kaleidoscope of light, A form that won’t heed. The blackness snaps. Its talons burst, Splaying into expiring smoke And ricocheting back To wherever home may be. I gather my knees to m...