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The Princess of Hardy County, West Virginia
“Rise! Rise! I am the Princess of Hardy County, West Virginia!” I danced in sunshine between cow patties, velvety mullein, and prickly purple thistles. The rush through the pine grove whispered rain.
Warning: Minor adult situation and possibly offensive language (how does one really correctly gauge these things?). Like this? If you’re easily offended, read no further? Blah.
ps This gives a whole new (maybe old) meaning to flash fiction.
Something of a Dreamer
Elsa was known for digging up obscure songs by famous singers. She’d share the really good ones. After my failed crush on a man who barely registered my existence, she played this song by Mary Chapin Carpenter, “Something of a Dreamer.”
Take It All Back
“Don’t tell me I’m overreacting. You’re nothing but a stupid redneck hick.” As the words escape, Melissa regrets them, but some awful force makes her continue. Meanness molds every word.