Lisa Herdman
Bio
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
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Stories (33/0)
Across the Street
Just like so many other beginnings, this one started at a seemingly random place - across the street. Across the street from what? Across the street from a shoe store, facing an event venue. Not inside the venue, not at the colorful ticket stands with the pre-tattered shirts or the bar where the tender was tired but excited for the crowd. It didn’t even happen where the blue lights were shining on the building. It happened near the windows, littered with painted band names, smeared by a blonde college goer’s hands, and nearly trashed. The remnants of the too-late ticket buyers, at least the ones unwilling to leave even though they were not allowed in the venue, dancing and peeking and yelling songs at the top of their lungs.
By Lisa Herdmanabout a year ago in Fiction
No, I won't, Seb
I think you tried to make whimsy out of grass and ended up with a house full of dying plants. I thought, well hey, maybe if I'm nice enough no one will drop a washer on me. Maybe when a car hits the front of my workplace, they'll let me sit down.
By Lisa Herdmanabout a year ago in Poets
Terminus
It was like a scream erupting from my chest, hundreds of birds taking flight all at once and murmuring around and around in the sky. “Did you know I drove my mother to Pennsylvania?” I imagine I’ll say casually later. “It wasn’t bad, just a little long.” I’ll lie and lie and not a single person will ever know what I have seen.
By Lisa Herdmanabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2023