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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.
Monthly Archives: September 2011
251/365 – THE MONKEY
Word Count: 240 The monkey on my back is a rare Callicebus from Brazil. Just discovered about a decade ago, it found its way over ocean and land to attach itself to me while I slept. He’s a chattery little … Continue reading
250/365 – THE BATTLE
Word Count: 205 I miss the whisper of the twin cottonwood trees, their large leaves catching each nuance of gossip the subtle breeze speaks. Torn down by a hurricane, a woman with more strength than the brothers, their tips scraping … Continue reading
249/365 – WHAT THE STRING BEAN TAUGHT ME ONE SUMMER
Word Count: 481 Once you have heard the scream of a string bean being julienned, it will haunt your days forever. Most people don’t know–I never did–that all living things have feelings. Not only physical like pleasure and pain, but … Continue reading
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248/365 – HATRED
Word Count: 461 Sometimes the anger comes up so bitter and caustic that I’m afraid my stomach will come out my mouth. I imagine it happening, spitting out bile in his face, having it melt his features like acid, his … Continue reading
247/365 – KEISHA
Word Count: 697 Keisha was the name she gave us. She said she had no father and no last name. We wrote her down as Keisha B. We already had a Keisha A. She was about twelve though she told … Continue reading
246/365 – A SHAKESPEAREAN TRAGEDY
Word Count: 649 I’m telling you, the man had a parrot named Shakespeare that could speak every line of MacBeth. He stumbled a bit on Much Ado and hated Romeo & Juliet but was halfway through reading Julius Caesar when … Continue reading
245/365 – WHO I WAS, WHO I AM
Word Count: 349 I was just fifteen, I was thirty. My mother had died and my dad replaced her with drink. I lost being a daughter, was just short of being a wife. It was not a good time in … Continue reading
244/365 – WHAT WE WEAR WHEN IN MOURNING
Word Count: 386 Nobody stopped her, nobody even suggested that what she was doing was strange, not in the subtlest manner nor with outright honesty. Nobody cared enough, I suppose. For after her lover died, she started wearing his clothes. … Continue reading
243/365 – BY THE LOVE OF THE MOON
Word Count: 292 She was awakened by the soft tongue of the moon. Reluctant at first to let go of her dream, she whimpered and burrowed deeper into the pillows, trying to hide from the light. But the moon is … Continue reading
242/365 – ESTIMATES
Word Count: 339 Her husband told her to get estimates. At least three. “Do you want to talk to them?” she asked. “No,” he said and rattled off a list of questions for her to ask them. She scribbled as … Continue reading