Bobby has been standing outside Quinn’s bathroom door for most of his thirty-nine years. Quinn won’t allow the skinny little twits who intern at the venues to witness her dressing room ablutions. “Five minutes, Ma,” he warns, to which Quinn groans, before ripping a long, ruffled fart, uplifting in its initial pitch, then whining into F […]
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Picket
by Janna Brooke Wallack Devorah shoves in with her siblings so that, at her mother’s behest, all the Rosenzweig spawn sit in a row on the lumpy green Chesterfield. She keeps her hands in her lap to avoid the arm of the couch, dented from decades of her father’s heavy elbow. As she sinks into […]
Campaigning
By Janna Brooke Wallack James is coming over tonight, our third date if you count the lattes after I found his lost cell phone at the coffee place. He has a strong jaw, a Master’s degree and a brogue, so the stakes are high. I Googled a recipe, but it makes me nervous, because it […]