Brittany MacKeown
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I also go by my middle name, Renee, but you can call me about anything
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Exhibit 1 A front porch stoop, badly in need of repainting. The stairs are buckling in the middle from rain and wear and opossums. Blurry figures on the bottom step, taking it up in its entirety. Chattering, laughing, talking. A car pulls up, and a woman emerges, opening her arms for her child to run into them. A chaste kiss for her husband. A hug poorly executed and too tight and too little and too burnt-out.
By Brittany MacKeown4 years ago in Confessions
Blue Summer
Blue stared at her reflection. She squinted her eyes, angled herself, saw the bulge of her stomach, turned back, and looked at the sliver of exposed skin between her high-waisted jeans and striped crop top. She liked this shirt. The sleeves weren’t too short, and it didn’t cling to her sides like a python trying very hard to murder its really cute prey. But showing any part of her midsection made her heart race with anxiety. Her final verdict was that she could not, in good taste, wear it to a party where there would be another actual real live lesbian.
By Brittany MacKeown4 years ago in Fiction
