Rated R: Contains some violence.
The Duke of Vertumn’s Fingerling
by Elizabeth Carroll
After I opened my eyes they dressed me in silk. A bone-white gown slipped over my head and I raised my arms for it like a child. With my hair undone, I must have looked like a bride. I was nothing of the kind.
My gown hung on me like a sugar bag. I stood in scraps and patches of fabric. I bound ribbon around my waist, and crossed it over and over between breast and hip. I would be presentable if nothing else.
I was barely minutes old.
About the Author
Elizabeth Carroll is a graduate of Clarion South 2009. She lives in Tasmania, Australia with her husband and the Gerontocracy: two tabby cats of advancing years. She wrote the first draft of “The Duke of Vertumn’s Fingerling” during week 5 of Clarion, after a dream where she was six inches tall and two giant Clarion classmates were discussing her fate. This is her first international publication. For more about the author, see her website.