Free Fiction Monday: Play Like a Girl
Inspired with permission by Janis Ian’s song, “Play like a Girl” weaves Ian’s lyrics into a story of empowerment. Haunted by her mother’s ghost, a musician needs to vanquish not only the ghost but her own history, as well. Kristine Kathryn Rusch’s “Play like a Girl,” originally written for the bestselling anthology Stars, lingers in the mind forever.
“Play like a Girl” by USA Today bestselling writer Kristine Kathryn Rusch is free on this website for one week only. The story’s also available as a standalone ebook from Amazon, Kobo, Omnilit, Smashwords, and in other ebookstores, or as part of the anthology Stars edited by Janis Ian & Mike Resnick. Stars is available in trade paper, ebook, and has just been released in audio.
Play like a Girl
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
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This gave me ALL THE FEELS.
🙂
Hauntingly beautiful.
Susanne
Thank you, Susanne.
Really sad and beautiful. Probably one of my favorite stories you’ve written.
Oh, Jes. Thanks. 🙂
It’s funny how dead people are so much easier to reason with than while they were still alive. And it is true that we can never know the true depth of their gaping wounds. Only in retrospect, an overheard phrase will drift in from the past, or a memory, and there is a hint of significance in it, and I wish I could pick up the phone and just ask.
Thank you for sharing. Reading it felt lonely in a universal kind of way.
Thank you, Kate.
Sad, lovely, and beautiful.
And on a side note, “World War I ballad so barbershop that it makes all the poles in town spin” is a wonderfully wicked turn of phrase.
Thanks, Michael. 🙂