Jerry Reynolds

1952 - Becoming A Man

 

Becoming A Man

 

“Want to play some half-court
at Stonewall tomorrow?”
“I’m in,” Lester agreed,
“has to be in the morning though
picking pears, for Mrs. Keeling, after lunch,”
“Be careful Les- that lady got a dangerous taste
for young boys” C.J. warned.
Smacking hands, again Lester watched
as C.J. sank into the night towards home.
Lester thought to himself
life is a lot harder for colored boys.

 

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  • Author: Jerry Reynolds (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 19th, 2022 06:26
  • Category: Short story
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    I really enjoy the way you write sir. It is a pleasure to read and I would most definitely like to read a lot more of it.

    1952, year i was born, i'm just a young seventy sir.

  • Teddy.15

    I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment love this posted like this dear Jerry, gives us time to pause and soak up the imagery and atmosphere. 💖

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Thanks, Teddy.
    I was aiming for just that. Trying to improve my scene writing.



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