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Knitting Fiction

Hats With Attitude Blog

February 26, 2023
The Psychoanalyst's Couch

Pete’s heart is thumping like a snared rabbit trying to throw himself free, but instead with each plunge, the trap wire cuts deeper. He has snared himself. I put myself here, he thinks. He is tied in place, on a couch, with taut wires made out of his own free will. He has decided. He […]

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March 8, 2023
Of Cradles

“I am so sorry,” Cindy is shaking her head as she speaks. “I am just so sorry.”       “No, it’s on me. It’s all my fault,” Pete turns in his seat and cradles her hand in both of his.       Dr. Waldt leans forward in his rocker. “I can clearly see both the […]

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March 16, 2023
Lost in Lace

Oh geez, I should not have told my dream, Pete thinks. Stop! Dreams are like thoughts. They do not cause anything. Dreams do not bend spoons.      “You have had a powerful dream, Pete,” Dr. Waldt says. “If the dream is a message from your subconscious to yourself, what do you think the message […]

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April 18, 2023

Do not—whatever you do—do not think about stuffing him in the trunk of his car. Just DO NOT think that thought. Oh shit. I already did. I’m not even in the fucking room yet and it’s already started. STOP!      “Come on in Pete and have a seat.” Pete and Dr. Waldt are standing […]

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April 24, 2023
The Whole World

Oh shit. I thought I’d be alright. Last time I spent the whole hour 'bawling like a calf’. That’s what Grandma would say, ‘bawling like a calf.’ I hope I don’t do that again today.      Once again, and for the third time, Pete stands with Dr. Waldt in the doorway of the psychoanalyst’s […]

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May 4, 2023
Dumbo's Magic Feather

Pete does not hesitate. Even as Dr. Waldt is motioning him toward the couch on the far side of his consultation room, Pete is already in motion. He leaves Dr. Waldt’s words, “Please, have a seat, Pete.” drifting behind him. Three long strides and Pete has crossed the room and is leaning toward the raven […]

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May 5, 2023

Pete is holding his two fists tight against his forehead. His bottle of Dumbo’s magic feathers is clutched in one of his fists. He is sitting at his desk in his home office. Before him his laptop is open to the Facebook page for a man named George Miller. I can do this. Breathe in […]

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May 20, 2023

In her dream Irene walked alone in the dark. Alone. Without light. She was not afraid. She sensed that her path lay between water and sand. She noted that her way was clear. Her steps swung forward without encumbrance, or stumbling blocks and always onto solid surface. She walked. In time a faint pink glow […]

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May 27, 2023
Read Me

The woman drops the Styrofoam head with its sunflower hat. It falls onto the floor, bounces once and begins rolling. Before it comes to rest, she is already running down the wide aisle, dodging shoppers as she runs. Dodging to the right, to the left, around groups. She runs toward the museum exit doors. Holiday […]

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June 24, 2023

Anna senses the presence of something very large and very dangerous. The danger is near. The danger is not still. It moves.  It moils. And it grows. But not outward. The danger does not grow outward. Instead it grows inward. She realizes her danger is fractal. She thinks that very word: “fractal.” She turns around […]

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