So what do you do now? Sit down and listen to the advice of a few “outplacement” specialists.
What does an intelligent, sensitive woman like Joyce Carol Oates see in the brutal sport of boxing?
She glides 12 feet forward, one leg behind her, the other bent to her chest, her waist skimming just inches above the ice. The stone, 42 pounds of black granite pulls away from her hand as if in slow motion.
A short story by Michael Kiefer