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Dramedy is her game

micro-fiction retellings...

Genre: Historical Fiction

The Magdalene talks like Jesus, but in broken Hebrew--words like ‘kingdom’ and ‘father” removed.

She prefers gestures. “God is here.” She palms my heart, and I admire the serpent tattoo the length of her arm.

Her fingers snake a movement from my heart to crown. “Ka energy spirals upward, like this.”

Eyes deep, I see why he married her. All this wine from water a miracle so fine. We dance all night.

When a disciple smears her Egyptian goddess temple as a brothel, Jesus says, “I’ll show you smear,” and blood pulses from his hand across the dolt’s face.

Genre: Fairy Tale

His ripped purple t-shirt now a periwinkle tux, bully step-bros turned into mice, pumpkin a red Porsche, Cinderrufus dusts soot from his naked toes and revs up the engine.

Fortunately, his fairy godfather set the navigator so he can find the fundraiser.

“Score! I get to meet the hella-hot senator and ask for a dance. Oh, to dance in her arms until the clock strikes twelve!”

As directed, he parks and opens the attaché for the shoes.

Streetlight from the dark lot refracts on crystal to pierce his eyes. Glass oxfords.

“WTF? How am I supposed to walk in these things?”

Cinderrufus

Smear Tactics