Mystery Sisters
by Wendy Taylor Carlisle

Rita and I are Mystery Sisters, buoyant on the porch, taking turns being Little Elk, make-believing we’re savvy. Our game, equal parts Saturday Westerns and Christmas outfits is fake six-shooters, leatherette belts, tight-tooled boots. We sweat under our almost-buckskin. We suffer our fake Stetsons. Rita and I are blood tight, ride Schwinn stallions. We reckon the neighbors … Continue Reading ››