Berry Moon: Laments of a Muse (Dances with Anita #3)

by Kate Schaefer, based on Berry Moon: Laments of a Muse by Camilla Bruce

Cocktail hat made of dupioni silk, polyester, cotton, rayon, nylon, and
metallic fabrics on buckram and wire frame, embellished with semi-precious
stones, stone beads, refrigerator magnets, star-shaped sequins, and an
origami frog.

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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “The first time the Black Dog showed up I was five. We were living in Miriwinni and it lurked behind the low, chain link fence that marked out our backyard, hunkered down in the long grass filling the space between the fence line and the train tracks. No-one else could see it, not even my parents. It was good at hiding when other people looked.”
      From: Black Dog: A Biography by Peter M. Ball
    • “It had been forty-six years since Dunbar had visited the moon. He stood in his bathrobe at the scenic window taking in the view. The black sky, the craters, the landscape were exactly as he remembered.
      He cursed.

      Dunbar remembered many things from his past. He remembered his first telephone number. The number of steps from his front door to the playground two blocks over. The exact color of his shirt when he graduated from 6th grade. The words to the poem "Kubla Khan." The way the first car he owned had to be finessed when he shifted from first to third.

      He had come here to study memory so that he could learn how to forget.”
      From: The Long And Short Of Long Term Memory by Cecil Castellucci
    • “In the month of Ind, when the flowers of the Jindal trees were in blossom and just beginning to scatter their petals on the ground like crimson rain, a messenger came to the court of the Child-Empress. He announced that a Hero had awakened in the valley of Jar.

      The messenger was young and obviously nervous, at court for the first time, but when the Child-Empress said, "A Hero? What is his name?" he replied with a steady voice. "Highest blossom of the Jindal tree, his name is not yet known. He has not spoken it, for he has as yet seen no one to whom he could speak."”
      From: Child-Empress of Mars by Theodora Goss
    • Trace down the length of your nylon seam
      The breeze from the window fan does nothing to cool the room but ripples Martine's skirt as she adjusts her hose. She is talking to someone on the phone. She says it's her sister. Dave sits on the edge of the bed, smoking, paralyzed by his insurmountable debt and the vision of her cherry-red toenails.”
      From: Nylon Seam by F. Brett Cox

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