Wing-Feather Fables: Star Dust
The best way to start out the new month is with a story. The best kind of story – one written by my friend and collaborator, Lisa. Read on.
Aileen Murphy’s brother was stone-cold sober when he lost his left hand and his faith in the machinery of a fortune cookie plant. The sobriety, if nothing else, was entirely Aileen’s fault. Seamus was an amiable enough drunk, never fought or whored. Deep in pints, he bought his sister roses, knock-off Hermes scarves, and a white mouse in a gilded cage. It was the mouse that forced her hand, red eyes and midnight chitters. Their mother always said that nothing good could come of rodents. Aileen had to act.
Read the rest of the story here.
Read more about Wing-Feather Fables here.
And for an extra special treat, read Lisa’s fascinating essay, “The Writing Life: Girls with Pens”. Perhaps you have wondered – “What could a pair of Disney princesses and the COO of Facebook have in common?” Lisa provides the answer.