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Really enjoyed this! Good stuff. :)


ooh! treat!!!


I'm so glad you enjoyed it, ladies! It is the crazy product of many, many conversations I've been having in the past year around the web, obviously mostly sparked by the controversy surrounding Oscar Pistorius -- especially the ridiculous comment of one Olympic official that if they let people who run on prosthetics into the Olympics, athletes would be cutting their feet off so they could enjoy the same advantages.

No, I am not making this up. I forget where I read it, but somewhere.

The Goldfish

I left a comment yesterday, or thought I did... Or maybe I did, but someone or something intervened.... Anyway, this was super.


Ha ha ha -- yes, something, I'm sure of it. There are ghosts in the machine, they say. ;)

Glad you enjoyed it. I don't know which version you read, and being a sad obsessive, I have republished it about 20 times since I originally barfed it out all in a rush on Wednesday night because I keep finding stupid little errors -- missing words, sudden changes in tense, etc. Gah.

Must. Stop. Looking.

The people who read me via feeds no doubt feel a bit aggrieved, and I do apologize to them, and promise I am walking away from it now. Really.


Wow, that's an unsettling story. Perhaps the part that's most unsettling is that I can't for the life of me figure out why it's unsettling.
Has anyone else had the same reaction? What did they find off kilter about it?
And thank you so much for posting this. It's beautiful wordcraft that induces thought.


Bethieee, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. It is supposed to be unsettling, of course, since I wrote it on and for Hallowe'en, but all the comments I've received about it are what you see here.

Thanks for adding yours. :)


The 'politics' jarred with me a bit but the twist at the end was delicious.

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