A woman limped out of a liquor store with the submissive stoop of the genuflected and the promise of a liturgy to come in a bottle. A radiant, old face with the slight tremor of the merciful, holding a brown paper bag reverently out in front of her with both hands as a priest holds his chalice. And what would be the difference? She has been living, breathing and drinking the blood of Christ in a lifetime of unparalleled singularity that the clergy can only read about and shamelessly attempt to enact, mouthing their long-winded, incredulous interpretations of the Bible, done up like showgirls in their mawkish vestments.
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This micro-fiction piece has been published in Ascent Aspirations, Foundling Review and Black Words on White Paper.
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About megtuite
Meg Tuite's writing has appeared in numerous journals including Berkeley Fiction Review, 34th Parallel, Epiphany, One, the Journal, Monkeybicycle and Boston Literary Magazine. She has been nominated several times for the Pushcart Prize. She is the fiction editor of The Santa Fe Literary Review and Connotation Press. She is the author of Domestic Apparition (2011) San Francisco Bay Press, Disparate Pathos (2012) through Monkey Puzzle Press, Reverberations (2012) Deadly Chaps Press/A5 Series, Implosion (2013) Sententia Books.
She has a monthly column, Exquisite Duet, published up at Used Furniture Review. The Exquisite Quartet Anthology-2011 and 2012 are available.
Her blogs: http://megtuite.wordpress.com.
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