Author: Pattyann McCarthy

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The Protégée

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

Red anger swirls inside.

This is my studio, my artwork, Damnit! If that twit says we once more, I’m going to scream! That nervy bitch dares criticize the crimson I use for blood… and to a patron?!!

I’ll show her blood’s true color!

Behind the studio, sharing a smoke, I slid my palette-knife across my protégée’s carotid, splashing a canvas.

The piece sold instantly.

 

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Halloween Madness

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

Noises scrap across attic floorboards.

Climbing splintered wood into forgotten shadows,

Dank mold and dusty perfumes assault my lungs.

My shutter-eyes adjust to dimness.

Squinting, I crawl towards scratching noises under dark sloping eaves.

Tiny skeleton-hands withdraw into inkiness.

My skin slithers as my long-dead daughters’ face shoots out, snarling. Not possible!

Black eyes glint, her sharp fangs hurtle!

“Twick-‘r-Tweat, daddy!”

Madness swallows me

 

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