Ericka Lutz's Writings
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Short Story
Sep.23.2008
In the early morning, Eddie drove to the hospital to sit with Wylie Johnson in the ICU. Fog gathered in streaks in the canyon. Through the thwap of the windshield wipers, the hills glowed pale green. Then two birds flew low across the road and one collided with the windshield, a hard thump of soft flesh and feathers. Its partner flew on.....
.... Soon to be...
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Short Story
Jul.23.2008
Winner of the Boston Fiction Festival, 2006
The girls are asleep on Friday night when Maxwell injures himself, a deep accidental cut to the base of his left thumb with an Exacto knife. He grabs the skin together with a washcloth, feeling himself go white. He walks into the living room where Paula reads on the couch. "I'll be back in a few minutes," he says, holding his injury behind his back, and steps...
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Short Story
Jul.09.2008
Rom drops Dawn off at the downtown San Andreas bus station already past her bedtime and the bus leaves late; it's after eleven when she boards and settles down for the long overnight to Los Angeles. The seat a relief after the sullen anger of the dusky station. She unfastens her sandals, folds her legs next to her. The bus lurches and accelerates through city...
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Article
Jul.01.2008
The summer just before I turned eleven years old, I first read Burroughs and Baum. That's William Burroughs: author of Junkie and Naked Lunch. And L. Frank Baum: author of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz books.
When I was ten, we moved from San Francisco to Larkspur, a small town in Marin County which had yet to become the cutesy "historic" village it is...
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Short Story
Jun.27.2008
Early in May, giant hailstorms pelted the hills of San Andreas, turning them lush and green as Washington's Olympic Peninsula, but where the old man lived he didn't reap the benefits -- only more weeds between the cracks of the pavement. He kept his mind active; he'd promised himself he'd live the life of the mind when the body failed, focus in on the small...
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Short Story
Jun.06.2008
We bought durian from the street vendor, fruit like a spiky football and stinking of dirty feet. I'd promised it to Sadie; at eleven she was old enough to be intrigued by food that smelled foul and tasted delicious.
.... Soon to be available as an ebook story! Watch this space.
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Short Story
May.31.2008
Siri parked in the lot near the ATM. As she walked back to the car, Bobby Benardeau came across the street from Taco Bell: "Ms. Rosen! Ms. Rosen!" His huge smile transformed his face from sullen to radiant. He'd strapped his baggy pants below his butt and his bright red jockeys puffed to his waist. He'd been chubby last year when he came to the art center with...
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About Ericka
Ericka Lutz writes fiction (short and long), non-fiction (creative and commercial), and performance pieces. She's the author of the novel, The Edge of Maybe (March 2012), many short stories, columns, personal essays, and advice books. With a B.A. in...
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