The Old Woman and Other Lesbian Stories by Q. Kelly

The Old Woman and Other Lesbian Stories by Q. Kelly

Author:Q. Kelly [Kelly, Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: lesbian sex, Lesbian Romance, lesbian black, lesbian african american, Time Travel, uhaul, middle school, lesbian comedy, slave master, lesbian short stories, lesbian uhaul, slavery, lesbian dating, interracial dating, age gap, lesbian bars, ya protagonist, decembermay relationship
Amazon: B0066YAMVG
Publisher: Ride the Rainbow Books
Published: 2011-11-12T00:00:00+00:00


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Haunted

Haunted people? Sure, they're everywhere. Haunted houses? Oooh, spooky. Good movie fodder. Excellent for campfire scares. Haunted cars? They’re not unheard of.

But haunted pens? And I don’t mean pig pens or baby pens (though they sound ridiculous, too). I mean the pens you use for writing.

Yeeeeah, right. That’s what I would’ve said, too. Would’ve. Before I found that damn pen. It was nothing much to look at. It read BIC, SoftFeel, med. It produced black ink. Well, at first it did, when it was trying to pass itself off as a normal, non-threatening, non-haunted pen. I was out for a jog on a crisp fall day; the leaves' colors had peaked the week before. I rounded my block, and there, right in the gutter, was the pen. It was nice, shiny and looked brand new. The cap was on.

You probably would not have picked it up. You’re you. But I’m me, Linda, who picked it up. I’m forever losing pens, and having another around is always nice. I slipped the pen in my pocket and went on my merry jog. Later that night, I got out my checkbook and a whole mess of envelopes and stamps. I paid bills and wrote a couple of birthday cards. My "new" pen wrote good and smooth. There were no inkblots, no choking, no messy swirls. I addressed the envelopes and put stamps on them. I stacked everything on the kitchen counter. I don’t remember where I put the pen. I went to watch TV. The shows were good, nothing extraordinary. I headed back into the kitchen for a glass of water before bed.

The pen was on the floor. I bent down to pick it up. I put it on the counter, and that’s when I noticed the note, written in beautiful, flowing cursive.



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