ISSUE 21: NOW AVAILABLE!
From what Georgia could see, the teacher was beautiful. Georgia was beautiful too, and she felt a jolt of competitive kinship: I have better legs. She has better teeth. Being in Roman’s world had taught her to see women that way. She wondered if the teacher might be American because her teeth were so good, but her accent was hard to place.
“Who are you?” Georgia asked, and realized too late that that sounded rude.
She didn’t pause. “I’m the Angel of Death.”
—“Georgia O’Keeffe and the Angel of Death” by Nina Ellis, featured in Issue 21