My leather dress clung tight to tired, wet skin. At almost seven-foot-tall, I was a woman that obtained attention around humans far too quickly. Thin, my shoulder blades stuck through just below my long, cylindrical neck. It will be my last visit to say goodbye to a family of humans called the Simons. Every year…
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My Interview Live With Gobblers/Masticadores
My interview with Gobblers/Masticadores was published this morning – to read, please go to Gobblers/Masticadores, and an enormous thank you to Manuela Timofte, editor for Gobblers, for presenting the opportunity to interview with Gobblers/Masticadores. Thanks to the Director j re crivello, for without his passion this magazine would not exist. My heartfelt gratitude to…
“Special Delivery” Now Live On MasticadoresIndia
The giblets of a turkey never got me worked up. Thoughts of stuffing, long-necked turkey soup, or even giblet gravy didn’t dance in my head. Instead, my mouth would water when Mama breaded and fried up those turkey gizzards, yummy! Our menu included lots of small lobster tails with the usual seafood trimmings. Sides included…
My Short Story “Booze And Bobcats” Now On MasticadoresIndia
Anguish threw her vile smell around the house like a cat who sprays the coffee pot. Strings of tension gave rise to erect hair follicles like they always did when something horrible was about to happen. Mom and my little sister Rosa were nowhere to be found. Dad’s car was parked in the back of…
“dead man’s party” live on masticadoresindia
Isabella was having a difficult time breathing. Every inch of her was crying silently, releasing her anger on the gas pedal. She restrained herself by pumping the breaks so her husband, Liam, whom she was tailing, would not see her red Tesla. Isabella was a striking woman who loved her husband of twenty years. She…
My New Short Story, “Death of a Stranger,” Live On MasticadoresIndia
Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd. My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me. I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare. I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three nurses were raped in…
My Debut Short Story “Cold Red Washcloth” Live on MasticadoresIndia
The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Sleep would not come easy tonight as I climbed trees and drove my bike to our town’s small store. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering…