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PIPER PUGH: My Grandmother’s Captor

I’m calling to tell you: I’ve been kidnapped.

I laughed.

What’s funny, David? He’s got me trapped here…

Who?

This chubby elf-man.

WHO?

My CAPTOR.

You mean George?

Who the heck’s George?

GEORGE, your husband.

Later, George returned. He helped sprinkle salt around the house, to ward off the elves.

Piper Pugh is a writer and educator living in Los Angeles, CA.

I arrived sweaty and covered in snow.

I’ll show you her, he said, don’t be sad if she doesn’t remember.

She was bones and skin, on a living room cot.

Hi, I said, and her eyes replied, round and begging. I knew what she knew. Wordless, we sat, remembering everything.

Piper Pugh is a writer and educator living in Los Angeles, CA.