Disclaimer and other such babbling: Since I made the decision to post my email address on this page, I've received a number of marketing appeals. It seems the blog is the way of the future in terms of advertising, be it a used car website or a new form of cell phone mediated dating. I even received an email offering me free tampons... in return for a review of my experiences with them on this site. (I can feel the massive sighs of disappointment that I declined this gracious offer).
Sophie was not closing her first over some last small thing, not relinquishing but multiplying her needs. No longer was she satisfied for Cerise to simply crush a spider's body with a balled up tissue. Sophie was sure it had been a female spider, its body full of microscopic eggs, and Cerise must wash the wall with disinfectant, or hundreds of baby spiders would hatch and come after Sophie. How could Sophie allow that man to touch her? Cerise knew from experience what a man his age wanted from a sixteen-year old girl. A stock boy at the drugstore where Sophie worked after school, a high-school dropout, and the one time Cerise had met him, too lazy to fit his belt through all the belt loops on his baggy jeans. Sophie, who sat up late at night finishing papers and already kept a file for college applications, did not even bother to defend him to Cerise.The funny thing about these tales is that you forget they are but snippets. Often, I find that I spent the first few pages of a short story trying to place the characters, the setting, get it all lined up in my head. With Brady's stories, within a few pages I'd forgotten it was a short tale I was reading. It was more like a novel, with characters I'd gotten to know over a multitude of chapters. It is a talent to be able to say so much with fewer words.