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Talespinning by Susan Gibb is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at susangibb.net.
Category Archives: 100 Days 2011
011/100 aka 151/365
WAR BEFORE PEACE Word Count: 246 The old man was a shiver or so short of death. He lay in a hospital bed mumbling prayers to a God he was hoping was there. It hurts, God, it hurts bad. Lord, … Continue reading
010/100 aka 150/365
CLOTHES MAKE THE WOMAN; THE WOMAN, HER CLOTHES Word Count: 238 I grow my clothes like layers of skin, of linen and cotton and the softest fine wool. I can weave what I want with the fiber that spools through … Continue reading
009/100 aka 149/365
THE GIRL WITH THE ORANGE PEEL SKIN Word Count: 237 She insisted they make love in the dark. Each new man adjusting because after all, what else would they do? Zora was astoundingly beautiful, aqua sea eyes, golden kelp hair, … Continue reading
008/100 aka 148/365
THE FUTURE AS DISPLAYED IN THE STOREFRONT WINDOW DOWNTOWN Word Count: 365 It made us all wonder, clustered around the small screen in the window of Merganser’s Fine Art, Electronics and Hot Air Balloons. Snatches seen between elbows and hips, … Continue reading
007/100 aka 147/365
BACKPACKING SPIDERS AND MONKEYS OF NOTE Word Count: 315 It’s growing. Now I can feel it, spider-leg fingers melting the skin on my shoulders. Hot, it is. Hot streaks that will blister. I search with my back to the mirror. … Continue reading
006/100 aka 146/365
BERNINA, THE BIG-HEARTED WOMAN Word Count: 479 By the time she was eleven, Bernina’s heart was too big for her chest. It came down to this: a surgeon slit her wide open and fashioned a sac out of skin that … Continue reading
005/100 aka 145/365
OBSESSIONS Word Count: 492 The girl in the television commercial scrubs her face as if she were laying cement. Trowels moving like ice skaters over the surface. I am inspired. I use a gardening soap of pumice. It is rough … Continue reading
004/100 aka 144/365
AS THINGS SHOULD BE IN A NATURAL ORDER Word Count: 268 His hand is rough hewn hickory, dead-heavy and cold on my breast. His body is rounded yet woven by muscles that flex at the quick switch of rage. The … Continue reading
003/100 aka 143/365
THE BOOKSHELF Word Count: 920 I didn’t notice the books disappearing until I went looking for Murakami’s Kafka on The Shore. I went back and forth reading titles on the shelf of M through N thinking perhaps in a hurry … Continue reading
002/100 aka 142/365
FREEDOM Word Count: 280 I’m not the only one in my family who could fly but the only one who embraced it. My mother’s aunt, my Great Aunt Darla, grew wings too it’s been whispered, but back then, it was … Continue reading