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Femslash February Celebrates Black Women 2018: Favorite Characters

Femslash February Celebrates Black Women 2018: Favorite Characters

I came to the crowd to weep 

I came to the crowd to laugh You dried my tears You shared my happiness I went from the crowd seeking you I went from the crowd seeking me I went from the crowd forever You came, too

You Came, Too - Poem by Nikki Giovanni

Femslash February Celebrates Black Women 2018: Favorite Characters

Femslash February Celebrates Black Women 2018: Favorite Characters

Femslash February Celebrates Black Women 2018: Favorite Characters

A divergence of sorts if Annisa had stayed at the Ruby Red instead of going to the pastor’s march.

Anissa & Grace + Pink and also for Femslash February Celebrates Black Women 2018

Questions

The crowd was gone, and the DJ had shut off the music for the night, but the lights still spun all over the place inside the Ruby Red and Anissa found herself a bit transfixed. She was postured up in a booth now watching Grace as she wiped down the bar, then meticulously turning all the top shelf bottles back to their label fronts.

Grace. “Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Anissa thinks as she watches her hands move along the glass bottles with an ease and finesse that makes her wonder if she could do any fancy tricks. It was a silly question. One she probably heard one too many times but-

“Can you toss one of those around and make it spin? Like in Coyote Ugly?

Grace turns around to look at her, with an amused smirk and intense eyes.

“I gotta be honest. Spinning bottles are the last thing I think about when it comes to that movie, but yes.”

Grace makes a show of laying her hands flat on the bar, and Anissa’s first thought was a little more than just friendly. She laughs, making sure her head dips when she does. Hopefully, she was saved from her thoughts showing up in her eyes.

She’s not at all surprised to find Grace still watching her when she recovers. Anissa can admit to herself that she likes the feeling. That intent gaze only on her.

“You are right about that. That’s fair. But cool nonetheless.”

Grace’s smile widens as she makes her way from behind the bar and through the middle of the dance floor. Anissa likes the way she moves. So smooth on her feet. The bar lights are hitting her face now just like they did hours ago. Flashes of purple and pink hitting the blonde wig she still wore and her face just right. Highlighting that faint blush on her cheeks. Anissa saw it then and she sees it now.

The sound of Grace’s voice breaks her out of her thoughts.

“What’s your favorite color?”

Anissa’s smile widens as she looks at her and answers without any hesitation.

This is a little longer than a 100-word drabble and inspired by Tank and The Bangas Rollercoasters. Not traditionally what you may have been looking for but I hope you enjoy it

Feels Like Falling

Anissa hits play on her phone and secures her earbuds as she slips her phone back in her hoodie pocket.

The lyrics of this song meant so much more to her now. Made even more sense.

Another kick to her favorite busted washer, or what was left of it, punctuated the hook in her ears.

fly fly fly fly fly fly fly fly

Anissa watched it roll across the murky ground and the door falls off the hinge. The rush she felt as she took the next even, deep breath felt magical.

You see, rollercoasters, roller coasters are for people who have never been in love

They want to know how it feels to just fall

Anissa knew that feeling. She had truly fallen. Fallen in love with these powers. She was still a bit scared sure, but the pay off from silencing the word “bitch” from her orbit one more time was worth it.

She’d do good for her city. Just like she told Grace she would. She’d fly and not look back.