Bonnie Joy Sludikoff
Do Not Open Until
"It's an antique," Grover said adamantly. "No," Eleanor piped in. "It's definitely money. Lots of it!" They never agreed on anything. Except that Aunt Janine's wishes were worth honoring. I don't know if it was because of all the ghost stories we loved to tell under the covers with a flashlight to our chins, or if it was because Aunt Janine was a stout and formidable woman with sharp red fingernails that could pierce your soul, but that box remained untouched. I was too little to remember hearing my dad share explanation at the time, but my older siblings loved to take me into my parent's closet and tell me the story.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished 5 days ago in FictionNo, Ladies-- You Are Not Responsible For Spelling Out Basic Boundaries In Order To Prevent Being Assaulted
I'm going on my first date (since before the pandemic) this weekend, and I'm having a lot of feelings about it. And not the feelings that I want to have.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished 10 days ago in VivaBountiful
“You will sit here until you finish ever morsel of this cake, young man,” Diane told her son, sternly. Under the table she held her husband’s hand, trembling. He squeezed it back.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished 13 days ago in FictionRaised By Wolves
“Eight-one-thousand, nine-one-thousand, ten-one-thousand” he counts out loud from the main floor of the old barn. “Ready or not, here I come.”
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished 19 days ago in FictionTiny Little Male-Friend Moments
Watching Bill Cosby be convicted was, for many of us, one of the few shining moments of hope in a very sad chain of disappointments in the fight against sexual violence. In light of the news of him being set free, I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling triggered.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished 27 days ago in Confessions
Blacklisted
There were angry cries of cancel culture at first, but when the amendments were made to the law, it was like we woke up all at once. When people stopped blaming women and started accepting sexual violence as a crime instead of a scandal, it finally stopped happening. For once, we were all on the same page.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished about a month ago in Fiction
Touch-Starved
When you spill a glass of juice on your carpet, you usually take a breath and figure out how to clean it up. When your house is flooded with juice… go ahead and tell me you don’t think about burning the whole thing down.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished about a month ago in Futurism
HYPERLOCAL
They took the freeways first. In hindsight, it seems like we should have taken action quicker, jumped to attention. But the only 20/20 vision we had was the pandemic we’d just survived.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished about a month ago in Fiction
