Scars dripping over broken skin and whispers silenced, there can be no point of return. Wrapped in the ripples of warm waters, staring down at unkempt mountains, Stefanie can feel the thrum of the old world’s song. The first conversation, stained into ceramic cups and shadows in the night, gave birth to the last confession. Before metal bars clanged shut or chanting grew quiet, there was the woman with the violet smile. Somewhere in the gaggle of exposed bodies, worn cassettes and children’s fairy tales, he is waiting for the red coat. Woven together through trials of sexuality, political dissonance, and self-discovery, this heady collection of six short stories examines who we become after finding love.
I asked Jennifer to tell me five things she could write without. She gave a fun look at what she needs to write and her process. Read and enjoy!
Five things? Ooh, I have to start with pens. I hardly ever use them when I’m writing, but something about clicking pen tops keeps me in the groove. They’re also perfect for throwing at ceilings in the middle of writer’s block. Speaking of, I absolutely need either construction paper or printer paper when I’m writing. Most days it’s just for doodling, but the best way for me to pull together anything too scrambled in my mind, from dialogues to titles, is scribbling all over those pages between 5pm-2am. Which probably explains my third necessity: tea. I absolutely need a cup nearby—it keeps me warm and awake. Hmm, down to the last two. I would have to say, pencils and something chocolatey. Since I pretty much write everything by hand during my first drafts, pencils are a true necessity. And, the chocolatey goodness, well, I just like to have nice warm gooey things like brownies or cookies nearby when the story takes any kind of turn. Also, chocolate is the best thing to happen to my world, and no matter how many cavities it brings me I’ll never let it go.
Sofia Aguilar changed that.
I literally fell into her at a restaurant in East Memphis. I was there with a friend who swore that little shack had the best hot wings in the city. I don’t recall if that was true. I just remember tasting her.
I tripped over a chair while coming out of the bathroom and landed in her lap, with my lips drilled into her shoulder. It was a sweet kind of salty, like brown sugar thrown on top of salted nuts. I tried apologizing. She grinned at me and rubbed my back.
The warmth returned.
Each glance at her grin-turned-smirk, dark brown eyes, or touch of her hand swirling electric heat into my skin brought on even stronger flushes than before. She knew it too. The way she cooed, “Amor? Está bien,” as if her lap was my rightful place, as if we were lovers, could only have been an effort to make me combust.
When I finally lifted myself off of her, hoping there were no signs of what I was feeling, she held my hand. She pulled me close, whispered that she was happy about my fall, and slipped a napkin with her number written on it into my hands.
Jennifer Cie is a Tennessee native who loves taking aimless road trips and diving into social issues through her writing. A fan of poorly playing tennis, using snail mail, and longing for the return of Brach’s Red Twist, when she is not indulging her guilty pleasure of taste testing whiskey and low grade tequila—for science, you can find her rambling about poor life decisions, book formatting, and everything in between on her blog.
Goodreads Author Page: www.goodreads.com/author/show/5215342.Jennifer_Cie
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