Maybe This Was Just Her Face Now

Excerpt from Sarah Z Writer’s Book-in-Progress

“For fuck’s sake,” Johanna whispered under her breath for the hundredth time that day. It was 10:00 a.m.

Looking up, she confirmed that the wailing was coming from her three-year-old, Charlotte, who appeared to be stuck on top of an enormous plastic climbing wall.

Six-year-old Gracie, hopped around on the ground below, helpfully hollering that if Charlotte fell, she’d, “Probably only break a hundred bones.”

Jo slid her phone into her pocket. The work email would have to wait. She walked across the woodchips toward her marooned daughter, noting the other adults, all women, on the surrounding playground benches. Having to perform parenting theater in front of a live audience always made her sweat, but now, after the humiliation she had experienced on-air, after the event, she wondered if they also might recognize her as that infamous local radio host.

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