Hi Katie - The prompt made me think of this story of mine that I haven't looked at in a coupla years so these will be rewrites. Dog Bite It was probably inevitable that somebody got bit and looking back…
View writingAs N wriggles out of my lap and toward the carpet-lined ground, I commit to maintaining a fixed, gentle expression. To maintaining an easeful posture even as I physically prepare for him to nosedive. He wobbles a bit once he…
View writingBack in college, in my undergraduate theater training days, we had to take all sorts of courses that had anything at all to do with theater, the craft of acting and production basics as well. I remember my first class…
View writingThe woman's eyes quiver as she stares back at herself. Her cutting gaze slices through crevices, laugh lines, and unassuming dimples. She scowls, grabs flesh, and tears at it with repugnance. Moving to avert her eyes, they quiver. She is…
View writingIn a San Gabriel Valley town, there was a businesswoman so wealthy and powerful that when her aestheticians had a pay dispute with their employer, she built them their own spa in her office building. She owned the whole building…
View writingHer face felt different that morning. It was that packet, the little square aluminum that seemingly contained face serum, that did it. She’d discovered it in the pouch of her suitcase, tucked there because she didn’t need it and didn’t…
View writingis the easiest and hardest simply because your face is with you forever and if you happen to be a woman this face will be more important than many things you will say and do no matter how much you…
View writingAna felt the thump of a hand on her shoulder. The force reverberated through her body, sending her stomach plunging and her heart leaping into her throat. Light from the high sun caught in thousands of glittering hanging lamps hung…
View writingNeon lights flickered. Their irregular glow revealed the filth of the cubicle. In the wake of each flash, stygian gloom flooded back into the cramped space. Gareth Darsulon kept his head bowed over the grimy sink. Scarred hands grasped the…
View writingAgatha watched John with the other boys in the church yard. "He has grown," she thought. "Always stringy, like a bean pole, now he has stretched out, and his black hair is long and shiny, slick. Agatha longed to touch…
View writingSomeone, probably twenty years ago, bought me a pizza stone. Probably my wife but might have been my sister, but I think it was my wife. For the first five years, I used it to bake loaves of challah or…
View writing