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ELIZABETH ARCHER: The Seventeenth Day

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On the seventeenth day of Christmas, he got the bills. What in the heck had she been thinking? Five golden rings? Calling birds? The poultry was a good investment. The party for the local lords and ladies had been fun. Excellent pipers.

Smiling, she served him stewed partridge with pears.

Elizabeth Archer writes poetry, flash, and short stories. She drinks too much coffee.

ELIZABETH ARCHER: All Gone

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The needle never moved as she stepped on the bathroom scale. She’d done it. She’d finally lost all the weight. Every bit of it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t admire the effects of her weight loss in the mirror, or snap a cellphone selfie to post.

Being a ghost had its drawbacks.

Elizabeth Archer drinks too much coffee and writes flash fiction. She is working on a novel.