Lori M. Myers’ “The Touch Stand” now in Rabbit Hole V anthology

I’m lucky enough to have my work included in The Rabbit Hole Volume 5: Just…Plain…Weird anthology along with quite a group of talented authors. I especially love the teaser

Welcome to the Rabbit Hole. On our fifth excursion into the warren of the odd, 37 authors lead us down their own little burrows of strangeness : an army of penguins, music that cures, aliens that communicate through old cartoons, images of the future that save, unwanted visions of the now, and, oh yes, it is raining lawyers. All have one thing in common, they are just…plain…weird.
Weird can be funny, weird can be sad, weird can be thoughtful, weird can be mad, but the one thing in common is that weird shares experiences you have, thankfully, never had.
Just be careful, all little bunnies are not nice, but they are memorable.

About the Author
Lori M. Myers is an award-winning writer, Pushcart Prize nominee, and Broadway World Award nominee of fiction, creative nonfiction, and plays. Her fiction has appeared in American Writers Review 2019 and 2021, Art in the Time of Covid-19, The Dark Sire, Transcendent, Bad Neighborhood, Dissections Journal, Ginosko Literary Journal, Flora Fiction and others. Lori teaches writing, literature, and playwriting at several colleges in New York. She is the Drama/Nonfiction Editor for the online arts literary journal Masque & Spectacle and is a member of the Dramatists Guild and Westchester Collaborative Theater.

How the stories came about?
The idea for this story came to me during the throes of the pandemic, a time when staying away from others was a matter of life, possibly death. People feared getting close to loved ones, of hugging, of skin against skin. We had to avoid those basic human needs. It always seems that during these times of crisis, some find a way of making a profit off of society’s misfortunes. But, I thought, what if that person was a benevolent sort? So I created a protagonist who performed a service for others in a future world where cash had no meaning…but it might in the future.

The sun creeps over the horizon spreading light over the cul-de-sac. I set up my stand: planks of wood secured with screws and nails, a canopy for shade, its stakes shoved into the dirt, and a sign painted in red with the words “Touch – $20.”


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