Author Archives: Minna Hong

Plaster of Paris; chapter six, part two

“He’s a changeling,” I say, not exactly sure what it means but liking the sound of it.  “He’s a gift from the heavens.  It doesn’t matter who raised him because he basically came as he is.” “I’m just so thankful he didn’t lose himself in such a joyless household.”  Lyle finishes one cigarette and reaches… Continue Reading

Plaster of Paris; chapter six, part one

I am incredulous with his reaction and demand to know why it doesn’t bother him.  He thinks it’s funny, and he thinks she’s jealous of anyone I’m sleeping with.  He’s still chuckling as he reveals that he thinks the good inspector has the hots for me.  That causes me to sputter indignantly for a few… Continue Reading

Plaster of Paris; chapter five, part three

“Ok, you two,” my mother says firmly.  “You need to rest.  Go home.”  Lyle and I begin to protest through our tears.  The last thing I want to do is leave Paris.  “Go!  You need real sleep—not an hour here and there.  Take Lyle’s truck and crash at Rainbow’s.  I’ll stay with Catherine.  I have… Continue Reading

Plaster of Paris; chapter five, part two

Watching Mrs. Jenson, I feel another surge of anger.  Not at the would-be murderer this time, but at her.  She loves Paris, I have no doubt, but she can’t see past her narrow vision to embrace the beautiful, complicated man that he is.  The whole time Paris and I’ve been friends, I’ve never heard Mrs.… Continue Reading

Plaster of Paris; chapter five, part one

“I see,” she says at last, picking up her fork again.  “Perhaps you have a problem with me yourself?”  She doesn’t look at Lyle, but concentrates on her food. “I’m just having a hard time believing it’s a coincidence that Paris gets hurt immediately after you show up in his life.”  Lyle has his arms… Continue Reading

Plaster of Paris; chapter four, part three

“Holy shit!”  I blurt out, pressing my hand to my mouth.  Immediately, I feel like a damned ingénue in a cheap novel and drop my pose.  “You’re Ursula Meadows.”  Talk about fucking coincidences!  This is a big one. “Yes, I am.”  Ursula smiles and stands up, holding out her hand.  She didn’t do herself justice… Continue Reading

Plaster of Paris; chapter four, part two

“Geez, I can almost feel sorry for her,” Lyle mutters once we make it safely outside.  “Her whole fucking life is falling apart.” “At least she has her husband,” I say lamely, pulling the phone out of my purse.  “God, I would give anything for a cigarette.”  Lyle silently pulls a pack out of his… Continue Reading