The scars were purple, skin puffed around the incision. It was the bargain she had struck, two breasts for the price of one. The scars reminded her of the string Father had used to pull her loose front teeth. Somehow it had tripped her and she’d skinned her knee. He hugged her with one arm […]
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We’re almost past a roadside carnival when Mother wants to stop. She was always attracted to carnies – especially ones with fortune tellers. She even dressed me like a seer for a few Halloweens growing up. “Did I ever tell you our Ouija spelled out the name of the man I would marry?” she would
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The ladies who lunch do volunteer work after. They enter the nursing home by the fire escape, since they’ve been banned before, just for trying to save the dying souls. I’d rather go to see the babies, one lady says as they climb the wrought iron. So sweet in their cribs, swaddled like bandaged
It’s the day you’ve been waiting for, I tell him. He looks at me, his expression a question mark. Ash Wednesday, I prompt him. A smile spreads over his face like a sailboat, capsized. Let the renouncing begin. He slides out of bed like a slippery eel– his weight loss the result of a recent
