The Canary Cowards

by Jescie Hall

Candy walks in with a bucket of chicken on his hip and a bag on his other hand,

“But, if that's indeed the case,” he begins, still looking at his phone. “Then you won't mind if these lil’ honeys downstairs wanna come up?”

He laughs. “What?! They're everywhere man, and I've been hungry for a little white meat,” he points to the bucket of chicken. “These thighs and breasts aren't cuttin' it. Yo man is starvin'.” He licks his lips and rubs his hands together.

Candy's got the girl taking a bite of chicken off the bone as he holds it above her. My face distorts as the greasy chicken slides across her face, her teeth gnawing at the hanging meat. “Gotta clean that bone, girl,” he comments with a smirk, teeth pressed into his bottom lip as he watches her.