We got ready for the big game, where we'd play the freshmen first. We
called ourselves The Posh Dolls, wearing pink, and we pierced our
We played scrimmages, where we kicked and tossed and tackled. Some of
us were defense. I ran around, trying to get open. I could throw. I was
new to the school, and I got to know that Amy was the quarterback and
captain. Queen. All the popular girls were Posh Dolls.
One night the boys found us and went after us with cartons. They threw
eggs. We ran into the woods. Amy called revenge, and she gave us her
stash of eggs and toilet paper, and we threw eggs back at the boys and
papered their trees, and later when I rode my bike home, from behind me
something hit me. I was down, looking up and a man told me to stay
there. I saw the sky. It was dark and the stars were out. People stood
At the hospital, The Posh Dolls showed me pictures of their victory.
They scribbled on my cast. They left me their autographs.
Kim Chinquee's collection of flash fiction, Oh Baby, is out now from
Ravenna Press. Her collection of prose poetry, Big Cages, is forthcoming from White Pine Press.
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