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Stories Awaiting Homes

"A Stone Searching for Heat"

"Copper Cabin"

"Closet Kinky"

"Bend Down to Hear What I Say"

"Filling Gaps"

"Lilabel"

"To Raise a House"

"Yiff"

"Barbie Cave"

"Secrets Inside the Shoebox"

"Quiet Soil"

"A Stone Searching for Heat"

            Gaelle refused to believe she had run out of Heat Shield condoms.  She tossed aside a myriad of other brightly colored foil packets: Radioactive Block in green, Cold Shield in blue, Extra Strength in purple, Stretch Guard in yellow.  Where was the little red packet?

"Copper Cabin"

            ...It was dark by the time he finally woke up from his slumber and his head pounded very badly. His hand had slipped into the water and he yanked it out quickly, wiping off the vile water on his flannel shirt. All his clothing was soaked through from rainwater and apparently the boat had run up on the mucky shore. He sat up and took a look around, suddenly realizing no one even knew where he was...

"Closet Kinky"

...Most of the other people around him drooled on their paperback copies or busied themselves turning off cellphones and digging through purses.  Mark sat up straight and tall, his sandy hair fluffing against the cheap upholstery.  He watched the flight attendants intently.  An everyday routine for Vivian the flight attendant, a personal thrill for Mark...

"Bend Down to Hear What I Say"

            Superman isn’t my favorite superhero, even though Mom thinks so.  My favorite superhero is Mighty Mouse.  I don’t like Superman or Batman or Spiderman because they’re bigger than me, and I don’t like guys bigger than me.  I really don’t like the Hulk.  Mighty Mouse is my favorite Superhero.  Could I get a Mighty Mouse blanket for Christmas here?
            I’m glad the monster from my closet isn’t here.  I must have killed him...

"Filling Gaps"

...I miss the tattoos though.  Scratch of needle over skin, permanently announcing to the world my loves, my hates.  Putting on the outside what I feel and believe on the inside.  I don’t regret any of my tattoos, even if I don’t believe in what they represent now, because I did when I got them.  I can’t throw away my history—no one can—so I stamp it on my skin to remind me of where I’ve come from...

"Lilabel"

            Marybel sat at the vanity station and continued adding layers of foundation.  Another five minutes remained before show time.  She held the beige bottle in her right hand and dumped the liquid into her left.  The thick cover up rolled down her fingers.  She then swished it between her hands and massaged it into the skin of her face.  Her fingers rubbed and rubbed until her skin burned from the friction...

"To Raise a House"

- This is the house. This is the house I built. I built this house sturdy. This house is sturdy. This house is built, and it is sturdy. This is the house I built, and it is sturdy. It is sturdy because it is built by me with love. This is the house. This is the house I built. -

"Yiff"

           ...She pulled her earbuds out swiftly and looked at his face closely.  “You okay?” she asked.
           He felt clammy and light headed.  He didn’t know what was happening.  He wanted to bite her ankles, pull her hair, sniff her breasts.  He wanted her long nails to scrape down his back, and her fisted hands to beat on his chest.  Her sharp teeth digging holes in his shoulder. In his mind he heard cries and shouts—good ones...

"Barbie Cave"

...Now that they were serious, she must allow him into her home at some point.  But she couldn’t stand the thought of Walter leaving her, and surely what was in her house, spread throughout all the rooms, covering every shelf and cranny, would drive him away...

"Secrets Inside the Shoebox"

            ...She sighed and smacked the mirror; the smooth glass felt icy under her hand.  She bent to under the sink and brought out a saggy shoe box.  It was plain, with a brown top and beige bottom; no markings or barcodes marred the exterior, only a hand-written twenty-two point fifty.  While sitting on the closed toilet, she lifted the top off the box and looked at the inside of it.  She kissed the photo taped to the lid.  “I miss you.”...

"Quiet Soil"

            ...“Come here and feel.  Wool is one of nature’s most flexible resources.  Much heartier than cotton and much more eco-friendly, too.” 
            She crossed the cement floor to stand next to him.  He stood a full twelve inches over her five foot three.  She moved her fragile fingers toward the cuff of the jacket sleeve.  The hem between her fingers felt pleasantly rough.  She remembered petting the sheep next door to her parents’ land, and she remembered the braised shoulder they ate like a feast for her tenth birthday...