by Tina Barry
I imagined you, a grown man in a tiny kimono, its obi no bigger than your navel. Your hand with its perfect oval nails, cupped a bowl—eggshell thin and pale as a dew drop—while you poked toothpick-sized chopsticks into fish porridge and sperm-shaped beans, lotus roots carved with clunky holes like a mouse's drawing of Swiss cheese. If the mouse were to render your legs, they'd be white and as skinny as soba noodles, stretching to the top of the page. The mouse would laugh at the way the noodles sliced the paper in two and congratulate itself for using the negative space so wisely.
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White Legs is included in the summer issue of Naugatuck River Review. Thank you, Lori Desrosiers!
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Strong work, Tina.
"If the mouse were to render your legs, they'd be white and as skinny as soba noodles, stretching to the top of the page."
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Thank you, Sam!!
Sperm-shaped beans wins.*
Very nice. So delicate and fine.
Thanks, JP and Steven for the kind words and stars!
Some many cool details here!
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The ending brings ths work together so divenly. *
Thank you, Bill, and thanks and nice to meet you, Clark!
I particularly love the mouse's self-confidence at the end.*
"Some many"? Yikes! Always a good idea to proofread before posting, he said to himself.
Thanks, Beate. The mouse knows his way around a sketch pad.
yes, yes! wonderful. ***
Thank you, James, for the kind words about "White Legs." Much appreciated.
Exquisite, Tina! So much to love: all the sensory, imaginative details and the ample, exotic food references. Many terrific word choices and the contrapuntal POV of the mouse!
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Thanks for the kind words and the star. The mouse thanks you too.