If she had not been the sort of princess who, as a child, liked to trip her servants, would she have come to this moment?
She Said Her Favourite Colour Was Haddock by Elisabeth Ingram Wallace
Haddock is not a colour I said, but she talked about rainbows and I saw them too. A colour you can catch and throw back in.
Ten Months with Octopus by Angela Readman
Even when severed from the body, the limbs of an octopus can function on their own. I clean outside the tanks at Sea Land and catch the display, rubber squidgy screaming over wet glass.
Lady Gaga Considers the Shrimp Scampi by Steve Almond
There were fifty thousand little monsters screaming for an encore, Spaniards, Germans, skinny little French boys, Italians making wet sounds with their tongues.
The Girl In Purple by Bobbie Ann Mason
Café Mozart Dreamin’ by Tracey Meloni
Judie bangs on my hotel door. “The dressmaker is here! Hurry! You have Christmas lunch with Noah at Café Mozart at 1PM!”
Conversation in Hotel Lounge by Lydia Davis
Two women sit together on the sofa in the hotel lounge, bent over and deep in conversation. I am walking through, on my way to my room.
Their Closet by Pamela Painter
“What are you thinking?” her husband asked her. In their twenty years of marriage he had never asked her that.