An Unfair Move_Made in Bulgaria_Rollover_The Bishop’s Gambit
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An Unfair Move
She lingered by the ice cream, not planning to buy anything other than the Klondike Bars for Mike that she’d already placed in her cart, but desperate not to go home. The whining glass and stainless steel freezers offered Chipwiches; cones drizzled in fudge and sprinkled with peanuts; sundae cups, strawberry stripes like wheel spokes on vanilla bean; Neapolitan sandwiches. Appetizing, in the best of times, or when a boyfriend dumped you, or when you’d fought with a friend, but, apparently, not when the weight of a life-changing decision squatted upon your shoulders.He’d introduced it as good n...
Made in Bulgaria
CW: Brief reference to sexual assaultMy mother likes to say "I was made in Bulgaria, but born in New York." She flew to the States in the summer after the Wall came down, wearing a trench coat in July to cover the bump I made in her belly. Sweat beaded from her forehead, pooled in her armpits before leaking down her triceps and ribs. She passed the airport security agent. He eyed her with knowing contempt. He was stuck there, in his booth, in this land of in-opportunity, destined to remain in a country crumbling from within like Bulgarian feta. My mother meanwhile could escape. She, with a sch...
Rollover
Hanging from the ceiling of her truck in the seatbelt, Daisy attempted to orient herself. She remembered the truck breaking traction and begin to slide down the incline toward the snow berm, and it breaching and sliding across the berm. Then, as if in slow motion, it tilted and rolled and came to rest upright, but askew. Now she was hanging in her seatbelt on a mid-winter day in Anchorage, Alaska.How long she would be there was an unknown. The temperature was about 40 degrees Fahrenheit and it was morning. She couldn't move, much less reach the belt latch. Nor could she reach her phone, which ...
The Bishop’s Gambit
--discussion of sexual violence---Liz had several problems, but the biggest one was she was losing her mind.The lack of sleep, the pills Talia gives her to stay awake have confused her waking reality and her dreams. She could still do her job, but she needed to connect with the Bishop, only he could understand what she was going through. Her dispatches were sent out, signals into the darkness. Were they received and undewww.onedoor.ccrstood? Were they even noticed? Dr. Liz Friedman imagined they were. She trusted that her enemy, the Bishop, had the intelligence and ability to find the messages. She was t...