[Note: a short version of this story was posted at yeah write's fiction|poetry challenge, where the word limit is 750 words. Many thanks to Rowan G and her brutal editing skills for cutting it down to size. We thought it might be interesting to show how we whittled this down to the bare essentials. I'd be curious to … Continue reading Listening [the long version]
The first time I saw the ‘65 Mustang, her soft-top was shredded. Her passenger door only opened from the inside. Reservoirs stood empty or were missing. The hoses, the seals, the coating on the wires all showed sun damage. She’d been standing with her hood open for years. Anyone else might have walked away, but … Continue reading Listening
"If it came down to it," I'd asked Jack once. "If you could only save one of them..." "One of who?" he wanted to know. "Kyna or Katie. If you couldn't get to both of them." "Katie," he said without hesitation and with a conviction I couldn't mistake. I nodded. He'd just been confirming something … Continue reading So real
You dropped a dish, and with it all pretenses. You asked if I was leaving. Kneeling in these shattered half-truths, I can't lie. “I don’t know. Do you want me to?” “No.” Our mended hearts are fragile, and in each others’ hands.
It was a long night. We started with the good stuff, switched to the cheap whiskey, and later, switched back. Two truths and a lie, play till ten points. "Ultimate loser washes the winner's car," Jack said. "Inside and out." And he promised to take the Barracude to the Mojave if he won. Which he … Continue reading Details
Christine Hanolsy 