Lacey Doddrow
hedonist, storyteller, solicited advice giver, desert dweller
Robin's Egg Blue
"It's eggs today," Vita says, climbing into the pilot's seat. She clicks herself in and adjusts her helmet. "We're picking up eggs."
Lacey DoddrowPublished about a month ago in Futurism
The Golden Bull
Did you know, nehda, that the golden calf was my idea? Of course, it wasn’t really a golden calf. It was a raging bull, its nostrils flaring, one foot raised as if about to charge.
Lacey DoddrowPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
It's Never Simple With A Lady Involved
It’s always the women that are the hardest. No one cares to see a man dragged out of a building in the middle of the night but word gets out it’s a lady and suddenly half the city’s out on the street, jumping to see, news crews flashing their cameras in my face, all the people yelling, and all the while she’s got to find her bag ‘cause no lady can go anywhere without her bag, not even jail, and I’ve got husbands and doormen crawling up my neck trying to tell me what’s gone and happened, and she’s always crying, for herself or for her bag or for the man she’s just killed. Then it’s my job to get her out of the building and through the crowd, and it’s near impossible to handle an arrested woman and all the people come pouring out to see me trying.
Lacey DoddrowPublished 2 months ago in FictionDon't Quote Me On That
When the elevator doors opened, Patti Interrante felt the shift in temperature immediately. The lower floors of the hotel were warmer than usual to accommodate the flower and garden expo taking place that weekend, and the constant misting systems used by most of the exotic plant dealers kept the place humid. Every hallway seemed to glow with the soft green lights that, according to the gardeners, kept the plants happy.
Lacey DoddrowPublished 2 months ago in FictionA Tortoise Can Only Ever Be A Tortoise
A tortoise placed in water will float. It can’t swim, but it will float. There is enough air up inside its shell to keep its head above water, but beyond that, it will be at a loss. Tortoises are very good at being tortoises but they cannot do anything else.
Lacey DoddrowPublished 2 months ago in FictionNew Green Things
When the neon green radiation detectors on the corners of the buildings started blinking more than five times a day, I said maybe we should get out of the West, head to Boston or DC or New York. The cloud was coming our way, straight off the coast through California toward the Gulf, and Tucson was right in the hot zone.
Lacey DoddrowPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
Swimming Without A Suit
It’s the second week of seventh grade, which means that the time for syllabus readings and orientation icebreakers is well and truly over, and that classes are starting for real.
Lacey DoddrowPublished 3 months ago in Confessions
My Parenting Passion
A Dream Is Born I loved magazines before I could even pronounce the word. I’d say “mazzah-geen” over and over, demanding that my parents hand over their just-read copies of Time and Science News and The Atlantic. I’d sprawl on the floor on my stomach, flipping through glossy pages and devouring stories and opinions and news.
Lacey DoddrowPublished 3 months ago in Families
