She’s an entrepreneur, though not of life-altering stuff. No vaccines or edu-tech.
She makes beauty potions for the uber-rich. Sells the promise of lifelong allure, at 500% profit. They buy happily.
Then she gives their money away. Feeds, shelters, medicates the destitute. Anonymously.
She’s the legal kind of Robin Hood.
Megha Nayar writes to remain sane. It is her escape from drudgery, dealing with people, and the drudgery of dealing with people.
For her skilful embroidery work, the refugee camp charity gave her money to support her sisters still in Syria.
Her most beautiful dress yet, this one Yara imagined wearing after she reached Europe.
The man promising her safe sea passage smiled as he folded her battered banknote into his pocket.
Since he was published in the Atlanta Review and his short screenplay ‘Pigs in Muck’ featured in the Lockdown Monologue Film Festival recently, Peter Gaskell is currently aiming to show how he values economy of language and so has taken to writing haiku and flash fiction where every word must be used to maximum effect
While waiting for the morning train, Jakob took another look at her photo. The ad said she would make a good wife. She looked healthy. He liked that. He thought about all the chores waiting back at the farm.
Maybe, he thought, they could make it back by feeding time.
Originally from Tennessee, Gail L. Winfree is a writer and author currently living in Germany. He has written and published two novels and a book of poems and short stories.
One car after another. Her ponytail bobs up and down.
They call her Isabelle. Cindy. Maryanne. They say you like it. They say I’m sorry. They say don’t tell.
The man she calls Daddy takes her home, counts up the money, and gives her a McChicken. He calls her Alice.
Patti McDermott is a marriage and family therapist in Los Angeles California and live in Topanga, California. I wrote two self-help books back in the 90’s that were published and am currently working on a novel (much harder, but way more interesting!).
The sign said “$10 for photo and handshake; hugs and autographs extra”. The queue said “Yes, please!”
“I love hearing the sheep crack open their wallets,” muttered the author of “How to Spot a Con Man,” measuring his stack of money against his stack of books and stifling a devilish grin.
This story was based on the prompt “crack open the” at TypeTrigger.