New Book Stuff
by hannah
January 23rd, 2012
From the upcoming SLH Summer Season:
I ask Lola where the bathroom is located. She tells me straight back, and to the right. Christian gives me a gentle peck on the lips, tells me not to be long, and I meander away.
Even though I’ve followed Lola’s instructions, I open the door, to what is not the bathroom, and instead find Clark and Chopper, and…Bill, I think, except now he has long hair, and Celeste’s new-old boyfriend snorting coke off a low table, “ummm, what’s going on in here?”
“Beautiful angel,” Clark looks up and turns to me, “we found some left-over coke in Deirdre’s room—“
Chopper looks at me, “Can you believe she almost pawned my bike off for coke, when all along she had a bag of it stashed under her bed!“
“Along with a great collection of hair pieces,” Bill brushes a strand of hair back from his eyes.
“Have you met Alan?” Clark pulls Alan away from the counter. “He’s your friend Celeste’s boyfriend—”
I nod, because Clark obviously doesn’t remember that it was me that introduced Alan and Celeste to everyone when they first walked in.
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by hannah
January 9th, 2012
The sun is beating down on my car, and the AC is pumping. I’m drinking coffee out of my travel mug, and Holly is drinking the vodka and OJ we bought at a convenience store, out of the extra travel mug I gave her. We’re forty-eight miles into our trip to Vegas.
Holly takes a sip out of her travel mug, “do you love him?”
I take a sip out of my travel mug, “of course.”
Holly adjusts the AC, “good, because Mom thinks you’re on the rebound from what’s-his-name.”
I scoff at my mother thinking she knows anything about my life, considering every time I try to tell her anything she puts her own spin on it as if she hasn’t heard a word I said.
“When did you talk to mom?” Holly doesn’t just call my parents out of the blue to catch up. They have a strained relationship at best, so she only calls them when she wants something.
“A couple days ago, I wanted Aunt Helen’s number.”
by hannah
March 4th, 2011
“Why aren’t we getting married?” Jack drags himself over to where I’m sitting and slumps over my lap.
I haven’t seen Jack drunk in a really long time, “because we have a PACT; because I haven’t lost all hope; because I don’t feel like my ovaries are shriveling up yet; because I really do love Christian.”
Jack starts rubbing my calf, “we would be good together. I would make a good husband.”
I rub his head a little, “you will make a good husband one day.”
Joan, a woman that looks more like a man, walks in, clears her throat and hands me and Jack two freshly made drinks, Jack grabs it, and takes a swig. He then tries to stand, and luckily Joan is there to stabilize him. “So, girl-that’s-marrying-someone-other-than-me, do you want to see the viewing room?” He holds out his hand to me and tells Joan she’s done for the day.
I take Jack’s hand, “I’m not going to walk in on anything bizarre am I?”
We start walking out of the library, “says the girl who banged her fiancée in a peep show booth,” Jack gives me a smack on the ass.
