Nortina’s Egyptian Travel Diaries (#AtoZChallenge): “J” is for Just Engaged!

A few months before our trip, Brother announced that he was planning to propose to his girlfriend in Egypt. My immediate response was nervous excitement.

Excitement because I love weddings. I love love. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic if you haven’t noticed from my stories (the nontoxic ones).

Nervousness because I am Big Sis, after all, and I have to make sure Little Bro is actually ready for the big commitment of marriage. There’s no turning back after this. Once you say “I Do,” you can’t change your mind…

Well, I guess you can, but we won’t speak of the “D” word…

When he replied, “This is it. She’s the one,” I said, “Alright, when are you buying the ring?”

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#BlaPoWriMo: I suck your lips

close up of black womans lips with red lipstick

Love Haiku #20

I suck your lips like
dark grapes from the vine. Merlot,
I’m drunk on your love

© 2023 Nortina Simmons

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#BlaPoWriMo: I wash my hair in his lap

woman with dreadlocks lying on the floor

I wash my hair in his lap.
Squeeze out the excess water
and lay me down to dry.
My locs stretch across the carpet
like fingers. They marry and
divide as branches of a family tree,
and our naked bodies are the trunk.

© 2023 Nortina Simmons

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Caught in the Wind (Conclusion)

Continued from Sunset Motel

I still want a baby.

As we lie in bed, day three of our weekend romp, I think to ask for his sperm, for both our sakes, but my voice is caught in the wind blowing through the open window.

He rolls to his side. “I think I love you.”

We both know it’s a lie, but it feels right for the moment.

I lean in, kiss him, and he inserts himself into me one last time.

word count: 77

© 2017-2023 Nortina Simmons


And that’s the end! I hope you guys enjoyed my Valentine’s Day serial. It probably wasn’t the love story you were expecting, but when have I ever been known to give you basic “boy likes girl” love stories? To read from the beginning, click here: Group Therapy (Part 1).

Sunset Motel (Part 6)

Continued from Marriage Counseling

It was never my house. I suppose I don’t miss it. But to be locked out with only the clothes on my back and change in my purse seems cruel.

Group therapy at one; I tell them my husband and I have separated. They promise me reconciliation, but across the refreshments table, I meet his gaze.

Sunset Motel, where lovers rendezvous in secret, is a block away from the church basement.

I’m already naked when he arrives.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 7 (Conclusion) – Caught in the Wind

© 2017-2023 Nortina Simmons


In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.

Note: The link for part 7 will work when the post is published tomorrow.

Marriage Counseling (Part 5)

Continued from Testing the Waters

“Before this affair, would you call your marriage a happy one?”

“Yes—”

“No—”

We speak in unison.

Overcrowded bookshelves line the walls on either side of me. Dr. Liam’s mahogany desk and matching floor make the office appear dim. Mood lighting to fix our broken vows.

Behind me, my husband paces back and forth. He wants to file for divorce. He doesn’t have the right.

“We live like brother and sister, but I have needs.”

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 6 – Sunset Motel

© 2017-2023 Nortina Simmons


In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.

Note: The link for part 6 will work when the post is published tomorrow.

Testing the Waters (Part 4)

Continued from Empty Mansion

I’m over-eager. I want too much. My body is not yet emptied of him before I’m crouched over the toilet, balancing the rod underneath my stream.

I wait one agonizing minute for the absence of parallel lines to tell me not so.

I don’t notice my husband watching at the door, home from his business trip.

Too late I drop the test between my legs, and with a splash, my fruitless efforts splatter my naked bottom.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 5 — Marriage Counseling 

© 2017-2023 Nortina Simmons


In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.

Note: The link for part 5 will work when the post is published tomorrow.

Empty Mansion (Part 3)

Continued from Sweet Shop

He’s intimidated by the size of my house. Seventeen rooms and not a single child to tuck in at night, to chase down the hollow halls echoing with laughter.

He pauses at the entrance to the gardens, caresses vines wrapped around the wrought-iron gate. “I guess I’m your overworked, sexy Latin landscaper.”

“But not underpaid.”

We don’t make it inside. On the wooden bench, surrounded by azalea blossoms, he pricks me within, and my frozen interior bursts.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 4 – Testing the Waters

© 2017-2023 Nortina Simmons


In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.

Note: The link for part 4 will work when the post is published tomorrow.

Sweet Shop (Part 2)

Continued from Group Therapy

We meet in the café on the riverfront. He devours his slice of apple pie, and I am tempted to lick the crumbs from the corners of his mouth.

“I was driving,” he recounts. “Left without a scratch.”

“Do you ever want another?” I think about my husband, away on business. We’ve been married ten years and I still know not what he does.

He stares, then nods.

“Come home with me.”

My bed is so cold.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 3 – Empty Mansion

© 2017-2023 Nortina Simmons


In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.

Note: The link for part 3 will work when the post is published tomorrow.

Group Therapy (Part 1)

“I’m 37 years old, and I want to have a baby.”

And my husband hasn’t touched me in seven months, but I fear appearing selfish in front of these underprivileged who’ve lost children to leukemia, car seats not strapped in.

“My wife and daughter died in a crash with a semi,” says the widower whose fingers I brushed at the refreshments table, we both going for the same blueberry scone.

I’m not uncaring, but his eyes are tantalizing.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 2 – Sweet Shop

© 2017-2023 Nortina Simmons


In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy micro fiction series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.

Note: The link for part 2 will work when the post is published tomorrow.