The Matchbook Room
My piece was published on the Eunoia Review website! Check it out.
First performed by an actor as part of the Liars’ League Portland (now defunct)
What I wanted to tell you about was Grin. How she collected matchbooks and how it’s a dying art form. Her full name was Grinalda. She’d inherited her father’s modest collection when she was 25. At first, she didn’t like me, thought I was a know-it-all. Most people would agree with her, but I learned to soften my delivery, how to stop being didactic after a couple of shots of Four Roses whiskey. I liked it on the rocks and without flourish, but you don’t care about that. At first, Grin kept me around because of some familiarity or softness in my dark eyes. Later, I helped her make more money and became indispensable.
Tall, lanky, awkward. Grin muddled through the streets as if she were lost in a corn maze. We met when I found…
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