Friday Fiction

Hi Everyone,

It’s that time of the week again, Friday, and once more we have a brand new piece of fiction to share with you!

EPIPHANY is a contemporary story of relationships that has writer, Jean Roberta writing about the love-lives and angst of two couples meeting for dinner, discovering more than they bargained for when revelations fly across the dinner table faster than insults.

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Alexandra

Alexandra Wolfe

Alexandra is the founder, owner, and publishing editor of the Kissed By Venus web site and magazine.

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Jean Roberta

Jean Roberta teaches English in a Canadian prairie university and writes in several genres. Over 60 of her stories (mostly erotic) have appeared in print anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica (2000, ’01, ’04, ’05, ’06, ’07, ’09). Her single-author erotic collection, Obsession, is available here: www.eternalpress.ca/obsessionnew.html. She wrote three articles for LGBTQ America Today (Greenwood Press, 2008). Her monthly column, “Sex Is All Metaphors,” can be found on the site of the Erotic Readers and Writers Association
(www.erotica-readers.com). Her own site is: www.JeanRoberta.com.

Alexandra Wolfe

Alexandra is the founder, owner, and publishing editor of the Kissed By Venus web site and magazine.

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Epiphany

WE SHOULD GO TO The Cave. Their steak and lobster is really good, and the atmosphere doesn’t drown out the food, d’you know what I mean?” Wendy beams good will in all directions as she gives us her thinly-veiled command. Her enthusiasm carries us forward as though we were really four friends on a double date, like college students in the 1950s.

“How dark is it? Can we molest each other under the table?” Mark looks meaningfully at my eyes, rimmed in mascara, then at my modest cleavage. He shimmies all over like a drag queen doing burlesque. Mark’s flirting always keeps me off-guard, especially when he does it in front of his brand-new boyfriend Roland.

Jean Roberta

Jean teaches English in a Canadian prairie university, where she is also a consulting editor for the literary journal.

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An Ungodly Child

Title: AN UNGODLY CHILD
Author: Rachel Green
Publisher: DA Diamonds, an imprint of Discovered Authors, 2008
ISBN: 978-1905108640
Rated: 4 Stars
Genre: Supernatural

NOTE: Whilst this book is written by a lesbian the book itself does not contain any lesbian material.

As an unpublished manuscript, this novel won a regional prize in the Undiscovered Authors competition in 2007. It is easy to see why.

In the opening chapter, or preface (Chapter 0), three angels watch a screen that shows events in the mortal plane. They see a mortal woman enjoying sex with an incubus while she is already pregnant by the Devil. The angels look forward to the birth of the antichrist, who will presumably start the apocalypse. The angel Senoy says:

‘She’s definitely carrying a boy, and to be the opposite of Big J [the anti-Christ] you’d have to be a girl.’

Sansenoy responds: “‘Whoever heard of the antichrist being a girl?’

Senoy explains: ”It’s a sign of the times, isn’t it? Women are getting to be as powerful as men these days. Look at England. They had a woman Prime Minister in the eighties, and look at what she achieved: the destruction of British socialism and a minor war.’”

Jean Roberta

Jean teaches English in a Canadian prairie university, where she is also a consulting editor for the literary journal.

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Peanut Parfait

WHEN I WAS TEN my dad took me to one of those neighborhood ice cream shacks only open during the summer months in Wisconsin. I devoured a peanut parfait followed by a stomachache.

I remember Dad saying, “You look too damn much like me.”

He didn’t even get mad at me for asking him to stop, where upon I threw up in some bushes alongside the road.

I didn’t see or hear from him again for almost a year.

“He’s like that,” Mom would say. “You can’t count on him.” She wore her bitterness toward him as a festering sore, one, which she didn’t allow to close and heal. I knew nothing of my father, except for my mother’s animosity toward him.

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