Fey Ugokwe's Blog - Posts Tagged "psychological-suspense"

Mouthful of smooth, rounding sure into vanilla, lifted with real air and time--he told her with a grin that that's what he wanted, but:

Inching into city blacktop on ballet flats--careening, kinetic cornucopia of pungent sight, scent, all sound--insistent hands reaching, squishing at the lusciousness, looking for the bruisings in the wrong place...

New, she quick skinny-dipped into blinking bright green, a fresh-spooned lap in the bracing aqueous, liquids so light--a finish clean--she'd thought L.A. in the lush so well suited her...

"...[she] thought deeply for moments, idly tracing a teardrop of condensation falling quickly down the side...she watched the bright red liquid settle against the rind of the whole pieces of citrus fruit, as they rested in the glass. Her fave part of the drink was sucking down the sweet-sour flesh steeped in the wine at its end in the vessel. But--she wasn't nearly there to the bottom. She sighed and wondered for a moment why life always seemed that way lately--taking so long to get to the innermost part..."

And they were two flirting at pots eyes on eyes and veins rushing, with the ambrosial mix of peoples as their green screen and it was sweet-sweat spice-smelling and sensuous, giddy back and well pleasant spinning, the chatting laughing breathing eating touching--in the savoury lush, oak, and rye--for a time:

**Description: a mystical, lyrical and haunting, psychological thriller that careens along the unexpected twists and dark turns in the tenuous marriage between a 22-year-old, primarily Asian, Miami-born daughter of well-heeled, immigrant professors and a 25-year-old, orphaned African-American man from the hard scrabble of Los Angeles and their relationship's journey from L.A. to the suburbs of Dallas. "Wifey", a work of contemporary fiction/contemporary women's fiction--that also includes other diverse and multinational characters--highlights a variety of sociocultural issues, inclusive of domestic violence, differential treatment, spirituality, and sustainability, using the universalizing backdrop of food, and spotlights the smacking differentials within individual power, the hair-raising undertow of relationship secrets, and the prickling chill of unforeseen fates.**

"The air was heavy and static with the potential of a much darker reality to storming, come...And Rhys was watching at the whole of Rodney in a wary readiness--eyes scanning across the row of Rodney's crew and back again, with the very same vigilance. Some were shaking their heads slowly, conveying their disapproval. Everybody--including P.V.'s invitees, who had begun to whisper amongst themselves, and clinking, place down their plates, silverware, glasses--was waiting on Rodney. They were all of them in the room chests-pounding aware, that he was--or might indeed soon become--the snapping kind...":

Walking to the world cabinet, she squatted down again and pulled at the rum bottle. And she opened it up, strong swarthy sea and steadfastness hitting her nostrils hard from within it--that sweat of some of her peoples, hands upon hands back when to sugarcane, a sweet spoil of past oppressions. And she drank it down--all of it--all into her little self, knowing she could not hold onto it without extreme drunk to soon come. And that was the fortuitous part...:

**Description: a mystical, lyrical and haunting, psychological thriller/historical fiction that careens along the unexpected twists and dark turns in the tenuous marriage between a 22-year-old daughter of well-heeled, immigrant professors and a 25-year-old, orphaned man from the hard scrabble of Los Angeles, and their relationship's journey from a successful, young couple's life in L.A. to the swirling mystery of suburban Dallas. "Wifey", a work of contemporary fiction/contemporary women's fiction--itself a kitchen of diverse and multinational characters--highlights a variety of sociocultural issues, inclusive of domestic violence, spirituality, and sustainability, using the universalizing backdrop of food, and spotlights the smacking differentials within individual power, the hair-raising undertow of relationship secrets, and the prickling chill of unforeseen fates**:

"His hair was unruly again, and dotted with winking bits of stripper glitter and patches of beige body makeup. And the fumes coming up from his head, jacket, skin within were made of stale cigarettes in layers and repeating--it was nauseating, churning, burning to the eyes, and it made hers water, tear, run..."