“Violet,” leaning in close, “If you tell me we can’t, we can’t. But I’m telling you, we need to. The community needs this. You sure you can’t find a little extra five cents under the cushion. I was raised by a woman and I know you all always have money set aside for a rainy day. Stop holding out on me.” And he’d have her smiling and blushing, and wanting to move, hell, even Mount Obama for him.
This is an excerpt from The Man of Her Dreams, originally published in In the Black: New African Canadian Literature, and now available in Dancing Nude in the Moonlight (full name Dancing Nude in the Moonlight 10th Anniversary Edition and Other Writings, which as the name suggests includes other writing – previously published and unpublished – in addition to the original Dancing novella).