Middle-aged Ballet
“Here for a fitting?” “If you have time. I don’t have an appointment.” “We have time. Come on back.” The uneven…
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“Here for a fitting?” “If you have time. I don’t have an appointment.” “We have time. Come on back.” The uneven…
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Staying in bed is what I long to do, but this is not possible with two children, two dogs, and a husband who…
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A wry, grief com about secrets, scandals, and gutted houses. Selected for the Inkshares “Break the Bechdel with Strong Female Characters” syndicate. Anna and…
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It is a hard day. I can’t say it is the hardest, because over the past two years there have been many indescribably…
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There wasn’t time to consider Greta’s question. Maria called through the cavern, her voice echoing. “You are free, creatures! Go! Find your families.”…
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Down, down, down, they went into the darkness. Hilda led the way, carrying a torch that made strange shadows dance across the walls.…
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Maria pulled the blanket from the rod over the doorway. “Here. Wrap yourself in this.” Greta complied as she blinked hard…
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