Jessica Mehta

It’s All a Matter of Perspective

Every Friday Misty, her greasy black hair drooping, arrived in her rusted Kia Rio, bringing gifts. A teapot-shaped serving tray. A teak trinket box. Mrs. Carroll accepted each offering with hugs and left Misty with her skinny legs and big feet to the vacuum and...

Prompt: body-scanning exercise

When I'm not being honest, your hands are on my neck, your palm a stone heavy on my chest. I don't always tell you when it hurts, or when cold-nerve-jolts glove my hand and sleeve my arm. My voice changes key and flutters—I imagine I sound chocolatey, a sultry...

Day 1 Prompt

Prompt: Write a scene/moment about something without mentioning that issue on the person's mind. It’s almost midnight. Frank gets up from his Lazy-Boy to retrieve Pete and Joan’s coats from the front closet, while Debbie, Frank’s new, much younger ‘partner-in-crime’...

Anya Underground

It was Penitent Magdalene—tears in her eyes after washing the feet of Christ with her hair, breasts bared to God, both erotic and sorrowed— that Anya loved most, and now, crossing the square outside the Hermitage, wind grieving through the trees, she wonders how...

Sympathy…

I've been toying with this one for a decade at least. This month's prompt inspired me to give it another go.   A Bobwhite quail moves at a speed of 20 feet per second and can fly briefly at speeds of 30 to 40 miles per hour. A Perazzi-Brescia over-under 28-gauge...

Vocie of God (510 words)

I seen this girl last night, click-clacking down Avenue C. Low-cut top, neon pink. Pink hair too. Yeah. Our eyes did that quick little zap. Thought we mighta had something, but she just raised her head high, thick with attitude. Whatever. No skin off my back. Girl...

Left Coast

In early November, I quit drinking for the 87th time. What disgusted me was how I kept cracking beer after beer on a Friday night, complaining to the kids about their deadbeat father.

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