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Pink in the Mirror

by A.M. Leibowitz

Pink in the Mirror - A.M. Leibowitz
Editions:Kindle: $ 2.99 USD
ISBN: B06XG1D531
Pages: 26

Before, Barbara’s goal was to win the county drag race. Now all she wants is to win Dottie’s heart.

By day, Barbara works as an assistant seamstress. By night, she's a drag racer preparing for the biggest local event of the summer. Her only hope to make it out of town is to win the race and spend a couple of years in junior college. If she can put him off long enough, she can gently let down the polite young man with whom she's keeping up appearances.

What Barbara hasn't counted on is how drawn she is to vibrant, gorgeous Dottie, the woman who comes to watch them prepare for the race. A single evening with Dottie convinces Barbara she'll never be happy with an artificial life. Now she'll have to make a decision about what she wants before it's too late.


Barbara backed out and motioned for Dottie to follow her. In the shed, she flicked on the single light. Her car sat in the center of the room, covered by a canvas tarp. Slowly, Barbara pulled it back to reveal her pride and joy—a 1954 Chevy Bel Air, jewel green with a white roof. When it had come to the garage after an accident, Frank had declared it unsalvageable, but Barbara had insisted on fixing it as a way of refining her skills. He’d let her work on it at the cost of parts, and now it gleamed, both on the outside and under the hood.

Beside her, Dottie sucked in a sharp breath, and Barbara’s insides warmed. She wanted to impress Dottie, wanted to please her. Dottie brushed Barbara’s arm as she passed, slipping closer to the car, and goose bumps broke out along Barbara’s skin at the contact.

“It’s gorgeous!” Dottie exclaimed. She turned to Barbara with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Does it run?”

“It does,” Barbara replied.


“Can we…” Dottie eyed her.

“Get in.”

Barbara opened the big doors then snatched the key from the wall. She joined Dottie in the car and started the engine. It purred, and Barbara ran her hands along the steering wheel the same way she had with Princess Grace. This was different; the Chevy wasn’t for racing. It was her ticket out of town, as soon as she’d saved up enough money. She’d have to find a way to let Russ down gently, but he would be all right without her.

She rolled slowly out of the shed and up to the same open strip of roadshe’d taken earlier for the trial run. For a moment, she idled there, staring down the darkening road ahead. It would be so easy, she thought, to take off. At the end of the three miles, the road made a north-south T. She could choose where she wanted to go, find her own path and forget about her parents’ pressures and junior college and Russ. She glanced at Dottie, wondering how she would feel if Barbara suggested it.

In the end, all she did was pull out onto the road. With a roar and a rush of wind through the open windows, she took off like a shot. Dottie’s enthusiastic yell bounced around the car and out into the night.


About the Author

A. M. Leibowitz is a queer spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. They keep warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing about life, relationships, hope, and happy-for-now endings. They are an occasional host for The BiCast, a podcast for the bi+ community, as well as doing bi+ advocacy work. They are a social media contributor for Supposed Crimes, LLC, and they post news and reviews for several LGBTQIA websites. In between noveling and freelance editing, they blog coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, books, and their family.

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