King of Ashes

by S.A. Cosby

They fed that nigga’s guts to the mother of his children.

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Memory is a powerful thing. It’s a spirit we willingly call upon to whisper lies or help us punish ourselves.

Roman was beginning to think the only difference between a tragedy and an opportunity was how much what was lost mattered.

“He knows what he saw. Why you lying, Mama? How could you do this to Daddy? How?” Roman says.

Did he do it?

“All right. Rome? I know I disappoint you, but thank you for never giving up on me,”

“Yeah, they called me this morning. Like I said, I didn’t want to tell you on the phone,” Neveah said.

She did it