Angels Cry Orchids

E. Tara Scurry's second compilation of poetry and short stories, featuring the short story "Angels Cry Orchids"

E. Tara Scurry

“That would be me.” Adam watched her reaction and shifted his weight to one foot, still towering over her. “I’m the lead vocalist, James is on base, Ivan drums, and Lint just does whatever.”

“Okay, boss.”  She let out a slow breath and tried to stand as tall as her five foot, four inches would allow. She could see him looking her over. Her eyes shifted to the others who had begun to disperse.

Adam chuckled, lit a cigarette, took a drag and watched her. The picture he had seen didn’t do her justice. She was a soft caramel thing with shoulder length chocolate brown hair. She was plain. Plain he thought, in the sense that she didn’t have any highlights in her hair. Her clothes weren’t particularly fashionable or interesting. Her nails were neat and seemed to have a clear shine to them but they were not long or painted. Her teeth were straight enough and her makeup was unassuming and quiet. She had one of those figures like those black video chic’s he’d seen on those hip-hop channels except her hair looked real. She was shorter and her jugs were more humble. The only thing she seemed to still have in common with them were hips.

He cleared his throat and took another long drag. He had never been particularly attracted to black girls and he wasn’t particularly attracted to her either. His last assistant ended up hooking up with James and Lint, which just made things complicated. The other two weren’t much better either. She, he thought, was safe.

Adam Zeplan, love deprived and confident lead vocalist for the gothic rock band, Sons of Mary Magalene hires the quiet yet witty Jaisyn Morgan as his personal assistant. Is she as safe as he thinks?

* Poetry and short stories*

Status: Draft 1 Manuscript in Process