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Underskirts at PANK
15th Apr 2011 in Writing
“She found me with my hands around chickens, fingers stretched wide, thumbs over beaks. My skirt, mud-weighed, tugged at my ankles as I dipped low. Silly to curtsey while armed with birds, I knew, but it had to be done. If I’d let go they’d’ve flown at her, chuttering through her red hair. And what a sight that would’ve been! The lady, still horsed, with her legs one on either side and her skirt hitching up to show a handspan of stocking. And her horse as white as cuckoo-flowers, with its little red haunch-spot not quite hidden by the bridle. I kept my thumbs tight over those dangerous beaks.”
Last year my story ‘Underskirts’ won third place in the Bridport Prize, and now you can read the whole story online at PANK magazine. Hope you enjoy it!
Adored this story. Posted a little excerpt of it here. 🙂
Dawn, I’m so glad you like it! Also I love that the excerpt is between two gorgeous flower photos on your tumblr.
Truly beautiful. This blew me away. I’ve been tossing and turning all night, came across this while prowling the internet like some virtual Travis Bickle, hell-bent on finding something: this was it (not that I stumbled upon it; I’d read your story Rental Hearts recently and enjoyed it immensely). Worth the insomnia!
Thank you so much, Ronnie! I’m thrilled that you like the story (and Rental Heart), and honoured that it cured your Bickle-esque desires.