February Femmes Fatales--anthology now out!

Very exciting! Lily Childs, she of the Feardom and all-around shiveringly gorgeous lady, has released a volume of the February Femmes Fatales. Along with dear Asuqi (who may or may not be a robot) and many, many other of the best dark writing female authors around, I have a couple of stories in this anthology.




The Kindle edition is only a few bucks. Amazing price to pay for such stellar dark fiction. Do check it out!

The Penultimate Femmes Fatales: First Time For Everything

Twice. She let me do it twice.

And if she asked -- and she wouldn't even have to be nice -- I'd do it again.

My story of prejudice and pain, First Time For Everything, is now up as part of Lily Childs February Femmes Fatales.

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Yesterday, B decided I needed to get out and do something fun and different. We went to the Dixieland flea market in Waterford, MI. Flea markets are an entire world of their own, a microcosm of society's most interesting, distilled into its purest form among packages of athletic socks (3 for $5), glittering Jesus wallart that shoots electricity to its highest evolutionary point, metric tonnes of VHS tapes, and used lingerie. Used.

I swear I met a real witch, though she said she was just selling old Life magazines and dusty Avon products. And there were two guys who might have been wearing the same baja-style poncho. Which apparently is grounds for serious argument. Though I would suggest that the marijuana leaf stitched onto one made it sufficiently different.

I bought things. Magnificent things. And no, not the 1920s stuffed cheetah wearing a pillbox hat and pearls. Although gorgeous, the cheetah's rump was completely worn through by countless hands caressing its wire-framed haunches. No. I bought something more wonderful!

Pics tomorrow.

:-)

A February Femmes Fatales? Moi? You bet your--

I have no words to express how honored I am to be included among the February Femmes Fatales. So I'll let the Devil do it for me: The Devil Wants A Word

Very seriously, I want to thank Lily Childs not just for hosting the weekly Friday Prediction, which attracts the best dark writers around, but for being such an incredibly warm and welcoming woman. I remember my first time skinny-dipping in the waters of the Prediction, and it has been, hands down, the best prompt community I've come across, and this is in no small part due to Lily herself.

I'm truly honored to be included amongst the February Femmes Fatales. Thank you everyone for reading.

So. The Devil, eh? I actually wrote this last summer, and then had no idea who would possibly publish such a thing. When Lily sent the invite, I jumped at the chance to polish this up and make it the best it could be. And yes, it was written before my Three Word Wednesday piece, Lucky, and obviously long before my current, on-going serial that follows the travails of poor, harassed Death. Which has no title. (title suggestions gladly accepted!)

There's a thread here I should be pulling, I think. Maybe a whole sweater needs to be unraveled! And then I will be naked before you. But don't worry. I've got a nice smile and I bring decent writing. ;-)

Enjoy your weekend! Thanks again for visiting my blog. Worshipping most welcome.