Two new pieces of writing…
Only Five Dollars – M Z Fairtlough
I can tell that she has taken it.
Her cheery “Good morning Granny, did you sleep well?” has a forced note, like the singer at our weekly Daughters of the American Revolution meeting last week. Not quite sharp, not pure either. But what is pure anymore? Read more
Charade – Kathy Smith
I sit on the chair, angled toward the judge, freezing because the heat is broken and try to remember what I was told: look at him when you answer the questions. Speak clearly and loudly. Be friendly.
I am prepared. I am over-prepared. I have spreadsheets and timetables. User-friendly exhibits.
Just answer the questions directly. And remember. Read more