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The Shape of Power

Warning: Sexual situations I slid my naked body against his. He shifted my hips over his groin, his erection growing and ready for more. “You know,” I said, rocking my hips a tiny amount, “If you educate me, I can take care of the other women.” His hands rested on my hips and held me … Continue reading The Shape of Power

Posted on March 27, 2023March 25, 2023 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in FictionTagged empowerment, power. Leave a comment

Motion

Dreams are in motion like trains. They creep along dirty by-ways, with the hope of sun. Later, they crawl up mournful hills where they are still for a fraction of a second, then plunge downward into their lifetimes. When their tracks cross rocks, they tremble, but they are never empty. They carry, at very least, … Continue reading Motion

Posted on March 25, 2023 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Fiction, Found WordTagged #SOCS, dream, SoC, SOCS, train. Leave a comment

Duck Duck Goose

How to fix a garden hose with a hole. Step 1: Find duck tape. Step 1a: Is it really called duck tape? Why would you tape a duck? Step 2: Take DUCT tape (read the label, man!) to backyard. Step 3: Wrap duct tape around spewing hole in hose. Step 4: Get towel for soaked … Continue reading Duck Duck Goose

Posted on March 18, 2023 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Fiction, Flash FictionTagged #SOCS, duct tape, humor, SoC, SOCS, water. 4 Comments

The Blessed

The crowd moved. It was alive and it was flowing toward home on this side of the causeway. It was shift change and the other side snaked its way to work. The giant boa made its way through the atrium, and Deena looked up. The atrium was one of three, and the open space went … Continue reading The Blessed

Posted on February 20, 2023February 20, 2023 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in FictionTagged space station; divergent; faith; social justice. Leave a comment

Room at the Top

The clouds glide by and wind rushes across my face. The tree tops are below and freedom is above. My soul expands into the blue room and I leave my weight behind. "Ms. Martinel," a voice says. The clouds recede and the trees retreat. The metal window frame limits my world and broken glass crunches … Continue reading Room at the Top

Posted on November 24, 2022November 19, 2022 by Cynthia PraskiPosted in Flash Fiction, SoCTagged freedom, imprisonment. Leave a comment

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