Summoned 1I was going more than ninety miles an hours and it was exhilarating. The sun was burning my dark black skin. The wind sliding past my dark black glasses twirling about in every corner of my dark black...

Summoned 2He forgot. The twisted mutherfucker forgot. I’m sitting here in a red Faviana evening gown and he forgot all about me. It took me days to find the perfect dress, the perfect shoes to go along with his...