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I am so bad at being an author on the internet. I should set aside time to correct my publications page and promote my work but it doesn’t happen. I just don’t manage to do it. It is hard enough to set aside time for writing and editing, much less keeping a page of links up to date.

I don’t get involved with most blog hops or holiday promotions. I need to, it’s important. I need to drive more readers to my site, but it always seems like I see the link to sign up a day after registration has closed.

But, things have to change. I am going to start working on this. I will have to add this as an event to my calendar so that I take care of things on a regular basis. Probably weekly.

Now, to add it to my calendar.

“Sigh”

Oh well, you will start to see more links to the publications page and to individual work when it is relevant. Just so that you are not surprised.

L. E. White

Staring Contest

Amy sat beside the window, staring out at the trees. She wished she could see the birds that must be hiding among the leaves. They would be whistling their songs and moving along the branches, searching for the perfect perch. She also imagined seeing a squirrel. Sitting in the top with a nut and chattering at her between bites.

She felt the eyes of the fat woman beside of her as they crawled over her. They moved from the top of her head, down her neck before continuing over her shoulder and then down her tiny arm to her hand. The fat woman stared at her hands the longest, as if she would see something there that she hadn’t been able to see before.

Amy shivered as she felt that stare crawl back up to the top of her head. The fat woman’s gaze was like a rollercoaster, going all the way around, but ending up in the same place it started.

“It’s a little chilly, you should slip on your jacket.”

Amy ignored the fat woman. She didn’t have to do what the woman said.

“It is time for you to visit the doctor.”

“I want to see a bird.”

The fat woman shook her head and Amy heard her chins rub against each other. “No, it is time for the doctor.”

“I want to look.” Amy looked at the woman’s reflection in the glass. She was looking at the floor.

“Amy, you must stop. Dr. Carver is trying to help cure you.”

Amy snapped around and slapped the seat between them. The fat woman jumped and looked at the girl. When their eyes met, the woman gave a tiny gasp. Her eyes widened for a moment before she turned her face down to look at the floor.

It was too late. Amy had her and they both knew it.

She fought, she trembled and began to sweat as she tried to keep from meeting Amy’s gaze again, but it was only a matter of time. When the woman lifted her face, she was crying and her lips were quivering. “No,” she whispered. “Oh God please don’t.” Then, she looked into Amy’s eyes again.

They stared at each other, until blood began to leak from the woman. It started at her eyes, moved to her nose, and then ran out of her ears.

The little girl won the staring contest when the body fell over.

Amy turned back to the window but didn’t see a squirrel, so she watched a tiny finch and tried to whistle to the bird, wishing she could fly away.

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