Precipice: The Literary Anthology of Write on Edge
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The first volume of Precipice showcases twenty-one short stories and essays by seventeen members of the Write on Edge community.
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Write on Edge: where inspiration meets community.Write on Edge (formerly The Red Dress Club) was created as a place for writers to gather, exchange ideas and learn something about the art of storytelling.We welcome any and all writers, regardless of level – anyone interested in writing has a place here. We are also open to writers of all genres: Fiction or non-fiction. Fantasy, young adult, chick lit, memoir – there are no limits.Even though we have changed our name, we still are inspired by a blog post by Jenny of The Bloggess about a red dress – thus the name of this blog.Jenny wrote:“I want, just once, to wear a bright red, strapless ball gown with no apologies. I want to be shocking, and vivid and wear a dress as intensely amazing as the person I so want to be. And the more I thought about it the more I realized how often we deny ourselves that red dress and all the other capricious, ridiculous, overindulgent and silly things that we desperately want but never let ourselves have because they are simply “not sensible”. Things like flying lessons, and ballet shoes, and breaking into spontaneous song, and building a train set, and crawling onto the roof just to see the stars better. Things like cartwheels and learning how to box and painting encouraging words on your body to remind yourself that you’re worth it.”For many of us, our Red Dress is our dream to become a published writer. Maybe we just need a little extra motivation.Maybe we just have to try to Write on Edge.
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Precipice
The Literary Anthology of Write on Edge, Volume I
Edited by
Cameron D. Garriepy
Edited by
Angela Amman
Bannerwing BooksPrecipice
Volume I
Copyright © 2012 Write on Edge
Bannerwing Books
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Cover photography © 2003 Cameron D. Garriepy
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Precipice Committee
Angela Amman • John Batzer
Nancy Campbell • Mandy Dawson
Cheryl Rosenberg
Write on Edge Staff
Founding Editor: Cheryl Rosenberg
Managing Editors: Angela Amman, Cameron D. Garriepy
Assistant Editor: Mandy Dawson
Technical Advisor: John Batzer
Contributing Authors
Erin Best • Shelton Keys Dunning
Julie C. Gardner • AmyBeth Inverness
Angie Kinghorn • Victoria Kirichok
Melissa Rutledge Kirtley
Kelly Kohles • Julia A. Maki
Stacey Meservy • Rachel Padget
Jessie Bishop Powell
Tracy Rimdzius • Kim Sisto Robinson
Dawn Hobbie Sticklen
Diane Tarantini • Janice Wilberg
Acknowledgments
The Editorial Committee would like to thank everyone whose contributions to both The Red Dress Club and Write on Edge have made this community such a vibrant one.
We are nothing without you.
For their part in creating the community, our heartfelt thanks to former editors Ericka Clay, Nichole Beaudry, Kate Sluiter, Galit Breen, and Nancy Campbell.
Contents
Non-Fiction
Starstruck
The Calendar
Good Enough
Tipping Point
Of Great Peril
Apple Pie Therapy
Prepare A Place for Me
The Curse and the Blessing
Christmas Balls
More Than A Blanket
Hospitality Lost and Found
Fiction
Sticky’s Cake
Silent Treatment
Escape
Abandon
The Second
Hand of Fate
Shallow Grave
Upside Down
Picture to Picture
Heading South, Going Nowhere
About Write on Edge
About the Publisher
The Precipice Collection
Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I'll tell you a story.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald
Non-Fiction
Starstruck
Angie Kinghorn
Everything was fried, the candy bars, the pickles, the very air around the vendors, but we chose the funnel cake. Two paper plates beneath it made a halfhearted attempt to contain the grease. My father held a wad of napkins under the plates and we tore off pieces of fried dough dusted with powdered sugar, watching the diverse and somehow homogenous stream of humanity pour down the midway.
My gawd,
he said. Look at that!
My 11-year-old eyes looked through the crowd, searching for that.
What, the guy with all the tattoos?
No, the woman behind him — there, see, with her thong hanging out the top of her jeans!
Wow.
We munched and watched until about half of the funnel cake remained, maintaining a running narrative about the mullets, farmers’ tans, and Hypercolor shirts that meandered by.
What next?
Dad asked.
I still want to do that singing thing,
I said.
No, you don’t.
Yes, I do! Please! Please let me!
You really want to?
Yes! Buffy and I did it together last year. We sang ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ and it was so much fun! I still have the tape!
So we made our way down the midway, over the straw covered path, past the din of the Tilt-A-Whirl and the nursery-rhyme strains of the carousel, past the ring-toss and the fun-house and the water rifle shoot, until we heard the pop music echoing out of a tiny booth.
StarStruck. It was blue, covered with silver stars, just like I remembered. The gateway to a real studio. To stardom.
You’re sure you want to do this?
Yes, Dad! Geez!
The pimply-faced teen working the front took me into the booth and handed me off to his co-worker inside the sound booth.
So whatcha wanna sing?
‘Wind Beneath My Wings,’
I said, confidently.
O-kaay,
he said, handing me a set of headphones. So, what we’ll do is play it once so you can practice, then we play it again and record. Got it?
Yep.
I had done this before. Piece of cake. I put the headphones on and stepped up to the mike. Just like a real star. Just like I would do all the time when somebody discovered me. I wonder how I would manage concerts and school? Surely we could figure out a way to—
Bette Midler poured into my headphones, beginning the song with a long, Oh, oh, oh, oh,
that I hadn’t remembered. Had it always gone up and down like that?
I began to sing along and realized that while I knew the words to the chorus, I hadn’t the slightest clue about the verses. And there were no lyrics anywhere, just Bette in the headphones.
But it was fine. I had this round for practice.
Then I noticed the guy working the equipment laughing, and the funnel cake began to swirl in my stomach.
About 10 seconds after the practice round was over, the music started again and the equipment guy yelled, Taping this time!
I swallowed, pushing down stage fright for an audience that wasn’t there.
Did you ever know that you’re my hero, you’re everything I wish I could be ...
My voice was shaking. Maybe this was how stars got that vibrato thing!
Bette was getting louder, and I closed my eyes, pretending the microphone was my hairbrush, and held nothing back. Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, so high I almost touched the sky. Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.
The equipment guy was grinning broadly, revealing a set of teeth so crooked they looked British. We’ll have your tape ready in a few minutes,
he said.
Ok, so, do I just get it out front?
Yeah, after they play it.
You mean, like, in here?
No, girlie. They play it out on the midway for everybody to hear. Then you’ll get your tape.
He grinned again, and I felt my deodorant fail.
Can’t you just give it to me without playing it?
Nope.
Come on, why not? I’ll just take it.
We gotta make sure there’s nothin wrong with it, don’t we?
My father was still on the midway, parked on a bench squarely in front of the StarStruck booth. He sipped a Coke and grinned.
How was it?
Great. Can we, um, just, go over there?
I gestured wildly down the straw strewn path to the arcade games.
Don’t you have to get your tape?
Yeah, but Dad, they’re gonna play it! Out here, in front of everybody!
You don’t know any of these people,
he said, taking another sip of Coke. Come on, just sit. It’ll be fine. Besides, I’m sure you were great.
I sat, slouching, looking at my white Keds, until a voice came over the loudspeaker. It was a crisp day, but suddenly even my hair was sweating.
Ladies and gentlemen, please feast your ears on this! It’s ... MICHELLE, singing Cher’s ‘If I Could Turn Back Time.’
When the music started, I was frozen. It was blaring. So loud you couldn’t not hear it. Michelle sounded like she could win Star Search. Her voice was rich and throaty, just like Cher, and what’s more, she knew all the words.
Dad, seriously, can’t we just go down there a little ways? Please?
I pulled at his arm.
No, we’ll never find a place to sit down there. Just wait a minute and we’ll go play whatever it is you want to play.
No, Dad, it’s not that, it’s that I don’t want to—
And now!
boomed the pimply faced kid. You’re in for a special treat, all right! Here’s ANGIE, singing Bette Midler’s ‘Wind Beneath My Wings!’
Ohmigod.
That voice couldn’t possibly be mine. I didn’t sound like that. This strange voice was weak and tinny and painfully out of tune.
Beside me, my father was laughing. When the voice reached the first chorus, he’d gotten to his full belly laugh, the one that raised his voice up to a falsetto.
A group of men strolling down the midway stopped in front of the StarStruck booth. One of them leaned over, put