Just Itching, No Dance
Next time try ants.
One day I went to visit my aunts,
Who squirmed with itchiness in their pants.
I asked one of them why
And she replied with a sigh,
“We thought itching powder would help us dance.”
About the Creator
Patricia Magdalena Redlin
Writes short stories, novels + memoirs.
Ethnicity: American-Mexican.
Degrees: BA French + MBA-IM.
Languages: Spanish/German/French/Italian.
Professional experience: Includes marketing + project management. Freelance translator since 2011.
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Ski Slope
We drove across this guy’s ski hill twice and pretty much ruined it, but it really wasn’t our fault. We had driven into this little town in the Alps somewhere in Austria to go skiing the next day on one of the huge glaciers they had set up as a ski resort. There wasn’t much snow that winter but the glaciers still had enough at the tops to get some skiing done. You had to walk down the rest of the mountain from halfway down, unless you wanted to scrape your skis to pieces on the dirt and rocks, but that was okay. At least we were skiing the Alps.
By Patricia Magdalena Redlin4 years ago in Fiction
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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