She didn’t understand wild mushroom anything.
Six Word Story No. 43
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Jimi nailed it at Monterey Pop.
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Turtles warmed themselves on the shore.
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Emmaline’s necklace was conspicuous but sublime.
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She loved the ink man fiercely.
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Margot lured gastropodas into warm beer.
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We’ve been neglecting our reviews. Oh, we’ve written them, just haven’t shared, and that is just sad. So, the girls are returning to reviews with a retro read of Margaret Atwood. Here’s the tease:
To read The Edible Woman is to be transported back in time. Fourty-plus years ago “girls” had entered the workforce to stay. They wore binding girdles, deferred to the men in the company, and were expected to resign when they became engaged and left maindenhood behind. Still, they were there, earning their way.