Ecole stole her diamond bra, but Madge still hoochie coochied.
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The story was typed on a Royal that once belonged to CU Professor Forrest Williams. It came my way via my good friend Linda Bevard.
Nan Wigington’s recent flash fiction has appeared in Gravel magazine and The Airgonaut. She has pieces forthcoming in Sicklitmagazine.com and No Extra Words.
Joy Mahar is an emergent writer living on the outskirts of Detroit. Her work has…
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