The Purse


A fairly short story of magical weight gain (or as artist Ned Sonntag wrote me after reading an early draft of this story: "Voodoo Bariatrix") set in my usual Midwestern universe. The park where it opens is based on a city park where your humble writer takes his dogs for weekend walkies. In a different story, the object that skinny li'l jogger Elaine slips on in the story's opening might've reflected this fact, but that's not what we're here for, is it?

Summer 2006