by Judy Hall
…If my Dad knew that I was crossing the picket lines – and for Pittston, those bastards, he would lose his mind, he would. Lose it. He would be screaming about Buffalo Creek in ‘72 from back when I was just a kid and how he’d survived that only to see his daughter become a scab. A filthy scab….
Judy Hall is a writer and itinerant teacher of writing who has lived in such far flung places as Iceland, Sudan, Germany and New Jersey. Her MFA is from William Paterson University. She has been published in Brevity, Split Lip Magazine, The Huffington Post and many other places. Judy is also a fiction reader for Literary Orphans. Her as yet unpublished novel, “Max Runs,” was long-listed in the Mslexia Competition. You can read most of her recently published work at voluptuousmermaid.com.
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