Liza Blake

“Fall of The Sunbride” by Liza Blake

Tatianna’s fingers work diligently through the tangles in my long brown hair. It hasn’t been unbound in months and the feeling is divine. Most girls in our small village wear their hair bound in long thick braids. Some even have shimmering jewels strung along thin gold chains adorning their long locks. Normally, our hair would only be unbound twice a year, for solstice celebrations. I’ve always preferred the feeling of my hair blowing free in the wind though.  Mother explained that not only does this keep our hair out of the way while ...

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“The Last Lone Earring” by Liza Blake

Submitted to Contest #165

This is the final straw. Yet another lone earing I’ve never seen before. One more bobby pin on the floor, attached to a few strands of long blond hair that does not grace my head. At least once a week another piece of evidence falls into my lap. I almost wish I’d never fired the house keeper. I was much happier living the last three years in ignorance. Well, that’s not entirely true, I’ve been neither happy nor ignorant. It was just easier to keep pretending he at least loved me when I couldn’t see the evidence of his adultery.   ...

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“The Eaves I've Been Dropping.” by Liza Blake

Submitted to Contest #119

“You’re doing it again.” My husband whispers, stretching his hand across the table to stroke mine.  “What?” I looked up from my untouched coffee for the first time since we sat down.  “Listening.” “You know I can’t help it.” a sigh escapes my lips. Since I was a child I’ve heard everything around me. Especially the things no one else wants me to hear. You’d think that that would be an advantage, right? Well you’d be wrong. Answering the questions that no one actually asked doesn’t make you very popular. Never being able to focus...

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“Wash My Life Away.” by Liza Blake

Submitted to Contest #112

The papers arrived by courier early this morning. They are still on the kitchen table where I tossed them without even peeking into the un-labeled envelope. I don’t have to look. I know it’s a standard work up for an uncontested divorce. My husband had them drafted up last week. Well, I guess I should say estranged husband at this point. I haven’t even seen the man in seven years.  “What’s this?” David asks before plucking up the envelope in question.  “Oh it’s nothing, probably one of those fake loan companies trying to swindle ...

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“The 7 year road” by Liza Blake

Submitted to Contest #110

    We have plenty of time, I repeat to myself for the hundredth time and continue folding my towels into perfect rectangles. Bending to get the last one from the dryer I pause as another contraction waves through my abdomen. A quick check of my watch tells me it’s been 10 minutes since the last one. I load the next load of laundry into the dryer and carry the towels to the linen closet.      It’s just after 5pm, so Drew should be arriving home any moment. I have plenty of time, I whisper to mysel...

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“Lair Lair Pants Designer” by Liza Blake

Submitted to Contest #107

“Oh my gawd! I love your dress!” The tall slender brunette slurred as she came crashing out of the middle stall, “I have to have it. Who’s the designer?!” “Oh um” I stammered from the sink, honestly trying to find a good answer. Before I could fully respond her hands found the buttons down the back and made surprisingly quick work of them. “WHOA WHOA! Hold your horses sister!” I shout turning in a circle to escape her grabby paws.  She barked out a laugh and grabbed my shoulders “Chill out sister” she dragged out the word like a snake...

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