The best

“I’m the best lesbian,” Cath announced suddenly, as she sipped her mug of coffee, sitting with her feet up on the three-seater Queen Ann couch they had had recovered in dark blue denim.

“Says who?!”

Andrea sat down in the remaining space at the end of the couch.

“My mother. That’s what she told her friend Vanda. Her daughter, Tália, was also lesbian. They were so competitive, those two. I heard them, one day in my twenties, discussing who was the best lesbian. My mother won the argument, as usual.”

“Well, that’s that then,” said Andrea, slurping her coffee, grinning.

©2019 Allison Wright
[103 words]



It was so bright today, I went back inside to get my Jacaru Aussie leather hat and sunglasses. The one and only pair of shades I have ever had. When I bought them four years ago, people said I looked like Agent Smith from The Matrix movie.

The image was a selfie of me deadpan, not smiling, deadly serious.

Today, the hat and shades took the heat off when I went walking. And I was smiling. No selfie. I’m used to the shades now.

©2019 Allison Wright
[87 words]