Piece Keeper
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Cheyenne chuckled. “Still the same ol’ Whip. Straight to the point right?”
Ally’s eyes narrowed and her nose flared at the blatant dis-respect. “Some shit don’t change huh?” she asked in a hushed tone between clenched teeth. “Same ol’ Cheyenne shitting on whoever doing whatever she wants.”
“Yeah well I suppose some people don’t change. You know we all can’t trade in two-hundred dollar jeans for two thousand dollar suits. When it comes to people like me, no matter what, once a gangster always a gangster. ‘Ya feel me?”
Ally didn’t like where the conversation was headed and attempted to pass Cheyenne to exit the stage area. “If you say so. It was nice seeing you but I have to go.”
Cheyenne blocked her path.
Ally took a step back and stared at the other woman ag-aggressively. She had always been the less skilled fighter of the crew but was undoubtedly the one with the most heart and was always the first one to run to a fight. “Move, Cheyenne.”
“Not before I’m done.”
Ally placed her hands on her hips. “Well speak your peace so I can be on my way.”
Cheyenne held up both of her hands in a non-defensive manner. “I just want an autograph.”
Ally stared back disbelievingly.
Cheyenne chuckled. “Straight up, Whip.”
Ally shot her a nasty look. The doors resounded throughout the empty room as the last attendees exited. Ally felt uncomfortable.
“I mean, Ally, just an autograph.” Cheyenne spoke with mock sincerity. “Seriously.”
Letting down her guard she attempted to pass Cheyenne once more and pointed to a box sitting on a tote bag sitting in a chair on the front row of the stadium seats. “Let me get you a book.”
Cheyenne blocked her again.
Ally was annoyed. “Ugh, what is this, Cheyenne? I don’t have time to-”
Cheyenne reached into the army fatigue knapsack she was carrying and removed a copy of Ally’s book. “I brought my own.”
Ally felt a little guilty about her behavior. It had been al-most two decades since they’d last seen one another. She had forgotten how aggressive Cheyenne’s personality was. Placing her hand on her forehead Ally laughed nervously. “Girl, I’m sorry. I’m tripping.” Ally quickly pulled out a pen and signed the book before handing it back to Cheyenne. “I didn’t think you would read stuff like this.”
“Usually don’t. Just stuff on human nature and the natural laws of nature shit.” Cheyenne looked down at the novel and stepped to the side.
Ally passed her laughing. “Shit like that huh?”
“Yeah. Shit. Like…you know.”
Amused Ally paused and turned back to face Cheyenne. “Enlighten me on shit, as you so elegantly put it.”
Cheyenne swung the hardcover book smacking Ally square across the temple with the flat side of the book. Ally’s head involuntarily jerked to the side as a second blow with the spine of the book smashed against her windpipe. Falling backwards clutching at her throat Cheyenne throttled her pummeling her throat with ferocious blows until her windpipe cracked. “Enlighten you? Huh, smart mouth bitch? Everyone knows you kill the brain, the body must die!”
About the Author
Antwan Floyd Sr. is an avid reader, poet, author, publisher, graphic designer & father. With his own brand of storytelling he brings a different perspective to the literary world. He launched Bleeding Pen Publishing in 2005 and has since released several titles in paperback and in eBook format. He currently resides in Indianapolis, IN where he is working on his next project.