Guilty, guilty, guilty!

For me, there will be no celebrating.

I simply feel a sense of . . . relief.

The past several months have been exhausting, traumatizing, and just plain old crappy!

Now, comes the sentencing . . . and please dear God, let it be a weighty and lengthy one.

Look at that face. “Guilty?” it seems to say. “How can this be?”

Too bad it wasn’t for 1st degree murder though.

Published by Monique Desir

Monique L. Desir was born and raised in Florida. She's an educator who hasn’t quite figured out how to escape the Sunshine State and is surviving and thriving within its alligator-infested clutches with her husband and three sons. The daughter of West Indian parents (Haitian father, Jamaican mother), she loves learning about different cultures, languages and people. She binge-watches forensic television shows and Soca dances until she glows! Why? So she can have seconds on cake! Her stories have been published in FIYAH Literary Magazine, Nightlight Podcast, Colorism Essays and Poems anthology Volume 2, and Rivière Blanche's 2019 Dimension Uchronie short story anthology, and forthcoming in The Dread Machine. Find her on Twitter @moniquedesir.

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