You guys... a short story I wrote won the Little Bird Writing Contest! I almost don't believe it. The contest was created by Sarah Selecky, whose "In the Spotlight" series I took part in. The day my spotlight went live, I received a phone call from Sarah with the news that I'd also won the Little Bird Contest—the most wonderful kind of coincidence. (Sarah hosts the contest, but the stories are judged blindly by a guest judge; this year the guest judge was Rebecca Lee, who wrote Bobcat and Other Stories.) Needless to say, I'm thrilled and amazed to have my story become a prize winner. Wow.
Here's an excerpt from my story, "Woman in a Drawer":
When I arrived, the girls were somewhere deep in the house, so Mrs. Fielding called them out to meet me. Harriet and Gracie looked like miniature versions of their mother, but with delicate, sharply defined chins, and roving, bright eyes. They stared at me for a while without saying anything, until Mrs. Fielding asked where their manners were, and would they please show me around, and then she herself disappeared into another room. The girls—Gracie, the younger one, taking me by the hand—began the tour.
Their home was larger than ours, but its layout was oddly linear: there seemed to be no central heart of the home, only rooms that led into other rooms, or a hallway that criss-crossed with another hallway. Pop music pulsed in the distance. Gracie pointed out her sister's bedroom, then her own, then a little study in which "daddy doesn't like to be bothered," and another room with toys spread over the carpet and a big poster of a blue solar system on the wall. They showed me the kitchen, then the half bath intended for guests, both startlingly white and sweetly aromatic.
When they finished—struck by listlessness, a large portion of the house still left a mystery—they asked why my hair looked the way it did. "It's called a pixie cut," I said, and then, a little desperately, "It's in style." What I didn't mention was that my haircut was the solution to a bob I'd tried giving myself using the tri-fold mirror at home. Gracie asked, "Can you cut mine like that, too?" and smiled for the first time. She had long, sun-lightened hair, the sort I envied. I was tempted to say yes. I suggested we play a game instead.
"She only knows how to play hide-and-seek," said Harriet.
"So?" asked Gracie.
"I can teach you a new game," I offered.
"No," said Gracie. "I don't like any other games."
If you'd like to read the rest, you can find it in Little Bird Stories Volume IV. All your support and encouragement truly has had an impact on my writing—so thank you.