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My Aunt Beulah served cocktails at the American Legion from 3 to midnight. When I was 7 or 8 years old, I would sit there with her in the afternoon, until my mother got off from work. In the daytime, the Legion was mostly empty. A few guys, the regulars, Read more…

By Kay Bolden, ago
Flash Fiction

Sex and the Seasoned Woman

Here’s the thing about New Orleans: when you get here, you can be somebody else. Somebody totally different from the you you have to be in Cincinnati or Tampa or Des Moines. Somebody who doesn’t care if you left your make-up at home, or lost your panties in the cab. You can dance, Read more…

By Kay Bolden, ago
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Are You Unstoppable? Me Neither.

Oh, how I love that word! Unstoppable! I can pretend to be the mighty Mississippi, raging through tiny towns and hamlets! I am a towering inferno, and even Steve McQueen and Paul Newman together in the same room can’t distract me! I am Denzel Washington atop a runaway freight train! Before I know it, I’m going to Read more…

By Kay Bolden, ago
Flash Fiction

Waterlust

It was short-sighted, yes, but in that precise moment, with my heart racing, my brain swelling, and my Xanax back in the hotel room, I couldn’t think of a better solution. I jumped. Over the side of our catamaran and into the Sea of Cortés. I had been half-asleep, sunbathing on Read more…

By Kay Bolden, ago
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