Tis the Season for a Gangsta by SOOKIE PRYER

Author:SOOKIE PRYER [PRYER, SOOKIE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AJ PRESENTS
Published: 2022-12-07T05:00:00+00:00

My mama had been blowing my phone up for days to take her to pick up a Christmas tree and I was finally headed her way. As I drove through traffic, my thoughts were everywhere. Ever since my previous conviction, the holidays always put me in a weak ass mood and I was trying so hard to fight that shit. Everybody around me seemed to be so excited about Christmas coming up and here I was trying not to fall into depression.

Being locked up was easier to deal with because I was surrounded by niggas who felt the same way I did about the holidays. They either were doing life sentences or didn’t have a family that gave a fuck about them anyway. Even though my mom and Beyonca constantly told me that they didn’t hold me being locked up against me, I had a hard time believing them and it fucked with a nigga’s mental.

After pulling up to my mom’s house, I hopped out and used my spare key to let myself in. The smell of her famous gumbo wafted through the air and caused my stomach to rumble. Easing into the kitchen, I lifted the top off the stock pot simmering on the stove top. The sting of my mama hitting my hand with a wooden spoon caused the top to fall onto the floor.

“Now, pick it up and wash it. And, stay yo’ ass out my damn pots. Food ain’t gone never cook with you hovering over it.” My mama fussed as I picked the top off and ran it under hot water.

“Dang, mama. How you even know I was in here?”

“First of all, you’re my child. I know you better than ya’ know yourself. Secondly, you forgot ya’ sister’s shopaholic ass bought me that ring doorbell thang off that there Amazon mess she stay on.”

Laughing, I sat down at the kitchen table and fell into a comfortable silence with my mama while she watched old reruns of her favorite western, Bonanza. “Mama, what time do you wanna go get the tree?” I asked.

“Shh.. can’t you see I’m watching t.v. boy.”

Confusion etched my face because if memory serves me correctly, she called me over here. Not the other way around. If she wanted to spend time with me, that’s all she had to say. After scrolling through my social media apps, I checked my Instagram last and noticed that I had a message from Joya, the guard I was fucking with while I was in prison. Opening up the message, I skimmed over the words and closed it out without responding.

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