Fiber by Susan Rukeyser
“I’m an artist,” Sid whispered in the café selling his three-dimensional fiber works, bright against pale walls. It felt brave to say it aloud, like when he confessed he liked men. Nothing sold. Susan Rukeyser writes stories because she
He was an artist, but failed. Sid worked a
can’t stop. Believe it, she’s tried. Most of them
desk, used the degree he fell back on. He’d been
are fiction. Her shortest work appears in or
reprimanded for knitting on the job.
is forthcoming from Star 82 Review, Boston
If he didn’t, his fingers burned.
Literary Magazine, Short Fast & Deadly, and
Kevin, with his kind shoulders, just wanted Sid
Stone Highway Review. Longer work appears in
to be happy: “Quit trying to sell, just create and
The View from Here, SmokeLong Quarterly, and
we’ll keep them.” But Sid craved response. He
elsewhere.
was practically mute, except in yarn. He would be
Find her here: www.susanrukeyser.com
heard.
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