Kimberly Muta
Bio
I am a 55-year-old high school teacher in Iowa. I have just begun to write creative works after thirty years of academic writing.
Stories (16/0)
The Tip Jar
The air was cold, and the wind cut through the jacket I wore over my black long-sleeved t-shirt and black jeans. It was 6:00 in the morning, and my shift at Scooter’s started as soon as I walked in the door. There were people in line at the register already, so someone (probably Lily) unlocked the door early. I would have no time to myself in the breakroom before having to jump behind the counter and start my day. Damn her.
By Kimberly Mutaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Child Savior
The Child Savior “What I’m saying, Marianne, is that it would be very dangerous for you to have a child,” Dr. Blackstone said, peering at Marianne over the top of his clear-rimmed glasses. He made another note in her chart, and then he continued, “Your age doesn’t help matters, but what I’m really concerned about is your high blood pressure. Our treatments for it just don’t seem to be helping much.”
By Kimberly Muta2 years ago in Fiction
My Arturo
My Arturo I looked at the faces staring back at me with red, swollen eyes and shining cheeks. They looked exhausted and sad. I understood why because I felt the same way, but I had no idea how to help them. I was their teacher, and I was clueless about what they needed from me. I knew what our leaders told us they needed, but I had my doubts.
By Kimberly Muta2 years ago in Education
The Show
The Show Part I: The Deal Rita Rita took her coffee to the back room of the little shop. Local artwork covered most of the walls, with holes where some had recently hung but had since been purchased. A few tables and chairs matched others, but most of the furniture had no twin. Rita scanned the empty tables for something that would suit her 65-year-old body. A pub table, for example, would simply not do. She might be able to haul her fat ass up into one of those tall chairs, but there was no guarantee that she would be able to get down without falling flat on her face. She finally settled on a metal outdoor patio table tucked into a quiet corner.
By Kimberly Muta2 years ago in Fiction
