Lydia Larson
Bio
Artist + Storyteller. Mover + Shaker, based in Baltimore.
Stories (2/0)
The Edgewater
He selected a chocolate from the crystal bowl. The exterior was frosted with divots. The bowl reminded him of a snapping turtle that caught his line by mistake two summers ago on the pond. He hoped he snagged a walleye…but it felt bulkier, like an old tire. His heart beat faster as he reeled in the line. When the rough uneven half moon emerged from the water, he felt a pang of grief for the turtle. The hook penetrated the left side of her cheek. Somehow he believed it was a girl.
By Lydia Larson3 years ago in Fiction
Artifact
She was wired. Two friends touched her within the hour. One grabbed her arm near the elbow, locking eyes. Punching him playfully, he pretended to fall to the ground. The other gave a quick hug. Both were shocked. Literally. “Ouch!” and “you shocked me!!” She hadn’t felt the spark. It was a dry winter.
By Lydia Larson3 years ago in Humans