Short Story

M.Jai Jenkins for

Mr. Deets (Foster) Part one

He knew she had heard him but she never addressed the issues he raised, usually dismissing him with a bible quote about patients or forgiveness. He felt the anger and pain starting to build up inside and tried to suppress it. The one broken wheel on her worn out chair had become his focus. He stared at it, thinking about all the families that he’s met, only to be disappointed later when he spent time with them. In 8 years, not one family could see him as a son. He blinked and tears blurred his vision.

dement by m. jai jenkins


“Ahhhhhhh!” Her blood curdling screech woke the entire household and maybe the local wildlife too. The middle-aged man head sunk into his chest, as his eyes closed. He didn’t want to turn and see everything she saw. Plus, the only person he’s ever seen in the house with cherry red painted toenails, was a barely legal, young lady named Marianne. Marianne was the eldest daughter of his maid.

the stranger who handed me the briefcase by M. Jai Jenkins

The Stranger who handed me the Briefcase.

“I can tell it’s your first time”, she said confidently, as she grabbed my arm and lead me back to the barn. When we entered, I noticed bodies everywhere; scattered throughout this dimly lit structure. Upon closer examination, I noticed almost everyone was naked. Some were engaging in intercourse, some dancing, others smoking joints and talking and drinking. Feeling her tug at my jacket, I then realized; I had stumbled upon a swinger’s orgy.