Stories of Female Embodiments
Short Story Collection

Practical. Surreal. Magical.

"Britt opened her oyster gray trunk.  A skin frame drum and cactus rain stick shared space with their suitcases and some packages.  She wished she had left the instruments at home.  She had invoked thunder the last time she had drummed the painted red ochre skin.  She needed to mail several packages of boho dresses to clients in New York, Portland, and Australia, still in the trunk.  They sold in the twenty-dollar range, while her Holly’s Harps could go for at least 10 times as much.  One third of her vintage sales were international, most from Australia."

-Excerpt from the “The Orchard's Memory " published in Emprise Review