Wendy BooydeGraaff
Laconic
The story, over, before it was finished. No words like butterflies flitting around the edges of the sentences. No embellished sensory details such as fragrant plumes of lilac floating on diaphanous lily pads. No Freudian hubris on part of the author. No digression into the origin of mango and hot pepper combinations. He cooked the meal. He ate half of what mounded onto his plate. His heart arrested.
Wendy BooydeGraaff
Wendy BooydeGraaff’s short fiction, poems, and essays have been included in X-R-A-Y, LIT Magazine, Litmosphere, Mom Egg Review, and elsewhere.