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Hello, Angst Junkies! I have had the extreme pleasure of working with a fantastic group of artists on a project entitled “Hearteater.”
This came about from a session on Twitter with Remittance Girl. She had recently wrote a fable and asked me to guess what the moral was. I tweeted something to the effect, “Don’t let someone take your heart and eat it.”
Being the enterprising writer that Remittance Girl is, she opened up a blog, invited all to turn in works with this theme, and here we are!
My contribution is a short story coming in at about 1,809 words. I’m posting a tidbit below, but please follow the link to read the rest of it as well as all the other yummy works.
Dank.
The basement was definitely dank. Smelly, unwelcoming, and a place most would avoid just for olfactory kindness. Metaphorically, it curled the edges of her nose. Yet, not a crease or line betrayed her distaste. Immobile, smooth, pleasant without depth, her face mimicked an advertisement—saying nothing and everything.
She walked each step with precision. Left foot first followed by right directly in the middle of the stair. Pace easy, stride exactly as the one before it. Imperfection could not be allowed to exist. It had to be dissected, analyzed, and catalogued before a suitable solution could be formulated and applied.
She reached the bottom. Her shoes gleamed, not a speck of dust marred their predictable ebony surface, a testament to her raisings as well as Ambrose’s fastidiousness.
Her thighs tensed. Longing made a demon’s bed beneath her impenetrable façade.
Ambrose. Am I ready now?
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