Because at the office Christmas party she dances like a hoochie-coochie girl in a too-short shirt and a too-tight top that shows off her coconuts which used to be more than okay when you were both twenty-one and horny.… more
Writer: Sarah Freligh
Baggage
FLASH FICTION by Sarah FrelighCassie hands her a trash bag that’s technically empty but symbolically full of the stuff Rita’s been shoving into it for years: all the wont’s, shouldn’ts, can’ts, couldn’ts, and a bunch of you’ll nevers, all of it into the sack that she ties off at the top, starving the bad thoughts of oxygen until they die.… more
Outlet
FICTION by Sarah FrelighRita’s got one eye on her toddler and the other on her order screen. She tucks her phone under her chin and repeats the order back to the red Corolla, makes a face at Agnes, her boss who likes to say, the customer is right, usually. She’s okay for a boss, fun even, is also semi-okay with Rita bringing her kid to work now and then. Like today when he sneezed twice at drop-off and Claire, the prissy daycare lady, said absolutely not, but whatever. … more
