"My Mom always used to find me in one of her nightgowns holding a glass of orange juice in a wine glass singing along to Billie Holliday and Nina Simone. I kind of understood then that whatever this was, it was going to involve alcohol and being sad, even at 10."
A tale I saw
High Tea by Robert Garnham
A tale I wrote
When I woke up with a tail, it was weird.
But it came in handy for lots of little jobs
like picking food out of my teeth, swatting flies,
hanging from trees to impress the ladies,
wiping finger prints off guns.
You know, the usual.