Flash fiction by Daniel A. Olivas
I
step into the bathtub, and Mamá stands in the doorway telling me to be careful,
don’t slip, crack your head.
As I ease
myself into the hot water, she says: Mija, what is that?
I freeze, my
butt just touching the water’s surface.
What’s what? I ask.
She says: You
got hair now? Down there? She covers her mouth when she says this, like
she’s about to throw up.
I never told
her that I got my first period last month.
My older sister Celia told me to keep it secret from Mamá. I asked her why but she just shook her head,
face all screwed up like she ate something bad.
Mamá walks to the
sink, opens a drawer, and pulls out tweezers.
She holds them up, squints like she’s trying to see if they’re
okay. Then she looks at me.
Get out, she
says. Get out now.
[“Pluck” first appeared in Codex
Journal.]
AWP UPDATE:
I am exhausted but still riding
high on my experiences at AWP in Seattle. I plan on publishing here some photos
and a few thoughts in a couple of weeks. And on March 15 and 16, I hope to see
some of you at the Tucson Festival
of Books. I will be on four
panels and there will be many great writers participating including a
strong contingent of Latin@ authors as described in this Arizona Daily Star article.
More soon...
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