Christine H.
@csquareh.bsky.social
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Lover of Science, Art, Words | Best Microfiction | Best Small Fictions | Wigleaf Top 50 2023| Stories: CRAFT, SmokeLong Quarterly, Fractured Lit, Atticus Review, Vestal Review, Ghost Parachute,Time & Space Magazine +
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Christine H.
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· Sep 5
Christine H.
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· Sep 5
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· Sep 4
Raise the Red Lantern - Hot Flash Literary
A hairpin, a flute, a brave face. Those were the things that Lotus brought with her when she moved into the Chen household as the fourth concubine. Her throat tightened as her bridal palanquin was low...
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Christine H.
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· Sep 5
Christine H.
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· Sep 4
The Mirror Has Grown Slow - Hot Flash Literary
The bathroom mirror has grown sluggish. When I brush my teeth and stick out my tongue, foam clinging to the corners of my mouth, it takes seven seconds for the girl inside the mirror to do the same. I...
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Christine H.
@csquareh.bsky.social
· Sep 4
A Good Sign - Hot Flash Literary
The woman’s tongue was long, white in the middle and simple for the men to sever at its base. They dipped it in formaldehyde and framed it in a shadow box to hang at town hall as a warning to other wo...
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Christine H.
@csquareh.bsky.social
· Sep 4
My Body, My Choosing - Hot Flash Literary
I’m turning 65 at the very end of December. I wear moisturizer but no makeup, and I don’t color my hair. (My brown has been overtaken by gray streaks and blond—I’ve never been a blond, nor ever wanted...
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Christine H.
@csquareh.bsky.social
· Sep 4
What Big Eyes - Hot Flash Literary
It’s warm here in his belly. When the muscles contract, I feel him embracing me again. To be frank, he was not unwelcome. When he undressed me, he undressed me slowly, his saliva tracking wet on my th...
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· Sep 4
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Christine H.
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· Aug 5
Christine H.
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· Aug 5
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· Aug 5
Christine H.
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· Aug 2
Ten Years After Mom Left, and It’s Jazz Night at the Hideaway — Ghost Parachute
Under the club’s high-top table scarred with strangers’ initials and circles—like wedding rings—Brent knocks a shoe against my foot, and I shift away. Miles Davis’s “So What” swings low and ripe from ...
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Christine H.
@csquareh.bsky.social
· Aug 2
What Kind of Country — Ghost Parachute
They are eating pasta with too much parmesan. They are waiting for the news. Waiting to see which direction their country will angle next. Right or left. They don’t have much hope, but they still have...
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Christine H.
@csquareh.bsky.social
· Aug 2
say yes to distress — Ghost Parachute
hey everybody’s doing it just let us shove this camera thingy down your throat don’t let your hands reach up to stop it to grab it to pull it back out don’t move your head don’t vomit and most of all ...
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Christine H.
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· Aug 2
Christine H.
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· Aug 2