(content warning: domestic violence)
“I smush myself flat, wedged tight between the backside of the door against the wall, learning in-between the crack. Momma’s had to put steak on her eye before, & she didn’t waste the meat, either. Took to bed instead of church that Sunday, too.”
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“”You’ve gotta move,” I’d shout above the roar, I don’t know how loud since I wore good ear-covers. No problem, apparently, after a few of those rocking-horse staggers like they do, just barely out of my path. “You’re gonna get sprayed!” Mulched clippings shot from under the machine, but that only happened once. Henny-Penny always foraged on the safe side after that.”
“It didn’t behave like a bird, either. It did not fly. Instead, it liked to read—at least it looked like it did.”
“Out,” she says. My tongue drops and she rolls the swab against the back of my throat with her gloved hand. She smiles and hums while she rotates her wrist.
This must be how the hundred or so writers feel while they wait on my ass to figure out what the fuck I’m doing with my life.
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“‘Hey, hey, what’s it take to go missing nowadays? I mean, what does it take, you know? With all of the cameras and phones and credit cards, how does one just go out and never come back?’ You ever wonder that?”
A. A. Reinecke is a writer and playwright. Her likes include caffeine and the correct use of Oxford commas. Continue reading “The War with Tennis Equipment by A.A. Reinecke”
At publication, Megan Fuentes was 35 days away from being able to legally celebrate the occasion with a glass of wine in her apartment in Orlando, FL. She attends the University of Central Florida, at which she majors in elementary education. Her work has appeared online and in two anthologies. Megan can be found on her very new Facebook page. Continue reading “Moving Forward by Megan Fuentes”
