A Blessing | Donyae Coles

A Blessing | Donyae Coles

“It’s not birth control,” the nurse said to Imani, setting the clipboard down, pausing in her questioning. 
    “I know,” she responded, avoiding the woman’s eyes, pulling at her coat sleeves. 
    The woman sighed, there was still an edge to her voice but under that there was some care, some hope. “I see girls like you all the time. You say you know but you still end up here. Listen, you’re not going to keep this from happening until you learn to take care of yourself.”” 
    She looked up at the woman, her squat body in pink scrubs, a stethoscope around her neck. Imani knew exactly what kind of girls the older woman meant. Girls like her, young, poor, and most of all black. Quick to lay down, quick to spread their legs. Too stupid to think of the consequences. She wanted to ask her how she should protect herself. She was on the pill the last time and it didn’t work. She was afraid of the kind you implant. That when the thing grew in her, because she knew it wouldn’t work, it would push the implant out of place and stab her before she could have the abortion. Swallowing her questioned she mumbled, “I know.”

Doughnuts | Loretta H. Campbell

Doughnuts | Loretta H. Campbell

Unfortunately, there is no mistake,” she said, closing the file.”

Alberta Finch, the city coroner handed the file folder to Chief Detective Beasley Whitfield.

            Whitfield looked at the folder. She ignored the myriad phone calls blaring in the squad room. Three of her officers had died horribly and inexplicably. Whitfield wanted to know how and why. So far, she didn’t like what she was learning.

Still, Finch was a thorough and serious woman. She rarely if ever made mistakes.

“None? Whitfield asked pleadingly.

Finch stared at her and said nothing.

Whitfield was getting flustered, something she seldom did. She looked out at the early morning traffic and silently prayed for answers. 

“The killers must have been animals, and humans put bites there to throw us off..”

“What?  Finch said obviously annoyed.  

“Yeah, it’s easy to get human saliva.”  Whitfield was reaching and both women knew it.

Finch wasn’t having it. She was an old soldier kind of coroner. She didn’t believe in guess work. She believed in science. The data was conclusive.

She straightened herself up to her full 5 foot height and said,

 “There has been no trace of animal hair, dander or anything else. Listen, I’m a coroner not a fucking zoologist. The teeth marks were clearly human. People bit and sucked every ounce of blood out of three police officers.”