The Tightrope Walker For a time in my twenties I stole things. Not anything that was actually for sale; I had my standards. But tips that other people left on bars, restaurant silverware, sugar packets, samples of eye cream at makeup counters, rolls of toilet paper were all fair game. I picked flowers from my
Tag: Sonora Review Short Fiction Fortnight
Problems Two young women in a tea parlor, B and C. They are cousins, one month apart. As children they shared peaches at the shore, stole quarters for skeeball, capsized sailboats and voodooed baby dolls, terrorized the lunch counter at Woolworth’s, drank beer. Kissed boys at camp dances, college clubs, church altars. C is pregnant.