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Dance Me to Your Beauty

Published August 11, 2017 in Flaco , Lizette - 0 Comments

Dance Me to Your Beauty

Chuletas for breakfast with avocado and lime.

Rice leftover.

Flaco kicked the screen door open.

“Da me lo.” he said.

“Da me ahora mismo.”

Lizette looked sideways.

“Go and get it. No one’s stopping you.”

He picked up the drums and they came alive.

He could turn on a room in an East Harlem minute.

Heat in the Cubicle

Published May 3, 2017 in LA Stories , Lizette - 0 Comments
Heat in the Cubicle2

A 55 word story about sexual tension at work.

For smooth full-leg penetration, tight grip and all ‘round fastening satisfaction at office and home insist on Wilson Jones staplers and bright steel staples.

“Huh” thought Lizette.

Reaching for her lipstick (Lady Danger, vivid bright coral red).

Smacking her lips and noticing Bob from accounting whose shirt seemed

tighter than usual.

“Someone’s been working out.”

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That’s the actual copy on a box of Wilson Jones staples. It was so hilarious I decided to turn it into a prompt. A bit over the top, I know.

West Village

Published April 6, 2017 in Lizette - 0 Comments

West Village

Her sister said that she could tell by his face that he was going to get fat when he got older.

“That’s a terrible thing to say.” said Lizette.

“You like him.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do, you like him.”

“He’s like 20 and he’s gay.”

“So?”

“He’ll always be skinny.”

“I knew it!”

Soft Knew Her Velvet Skin

Published March 22, 2017 in Lizette - 0 Comments

Soft Knew Her Velvet Skin

The Frenchman was convinced that Lizette was his.

Confident pushed his impulsive heart.

He had to ask even though they had only just met.

The hummingbird hovered above him, (how did it get inside)?

“Voulez vous diner avec moi, ce soir?”

“No, désolée, je ne peux pas…”

She tried to think of a French excuse.

He Sent Me Down Bones

Published March 3, 2017 in Lizette - 0 Comments

He Sent Me Down Bones

Said Lizette, wistfully.

Referring to the farmer who fancied her and delivered grass fed for her broth.

But she could also have been talking about her grandfather or father.

“The sins of the fathers” and such.

Sometimes, it’s more nuanced, not sins or virtues, just genetic fabric on which to build her empire of longing.

Flirt or Nympho?

Published May 28, 2016 in Lizette - 0 Comments

Flirt of Nympho

Lizette calls it like she sees it. When you’re right, you’re right. I mean, who’s going to argue with that kind of logic?