Natalie longed for a permanent position so she could stop subbing classes the tenured ditched. When she asked the lithe Suzanne to give her oral report per the regular’s instructions, the class groaned like a sick wolfhound…Suzanne never glanced from her cards to notice even when a crimson snake’s head poked from between her lips, further impairing her enunciation…read full piece
Thank you to the editors of Doorknobs & BodyPaint for first publishing this piece and choosing it as the Dorsal contest winner.
What a truly interesting piece!
Thank you!
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Great story.
Thank you!