Nanoism » J.S. Graustein

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Nano — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:00:46 +0000

I giggle when he taps my knee. Pure reflex. So tall. So blond. So cute. My giggle spills into laugh. Then cough. And a red-faced physician.

J.S. Graustein exists in California but lives in her English dreams. Pop by for tea anytime and tell her a story.

Nano — Wed, 27 May 2009 19:00:51 +0000

A kiss won’t make us married, she said. Just a kiss, she said. He strokes his ring. 20 years later, hers are still the only lips he’s known.

J.S. Graustein exists in California but lives in her English dreams. You can visit her @jsgraustein & http://folded.wordpress.com.

Nano — Sun, 24 May 2009 19:00:27 +0000

Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.

I have to pee. Again. I think—Sahara. No use. I climb over knee high carry-on bundles while their owners slap me. Curse me.

Lock myself in & pee. Cry. I lean on the bulkhead, drink in this freedom from my status as tubabu & sleep. Steward kicks me out.

We’re given customs forms. I write. They stare. One hands me his with “s’il vous plait?” They stare. I nod & write. They smile.