Dawn Pisturino

Miss Lizzie tackled me to the ground and held me there while the cook bound her bloody hand with a towel and telephoned the police. My chest heaved with great, gulping sobs as Miss Lizzie's face drew closer and closer until her lips brushed against my ear.

"You see how easy it is," she whispered.

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from "Miss Lizzie's Tea Party," featured in the February 2012 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree.

Art by Ken Lamug

my business copyright 2000 no animals were harmed in the making

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