Kerry Rawlinson

Kerry Rawlinson was raised in Zambia and still goes barefoot. Because she’s a bloody-minded optimist, and because her first career as an Architectural Designer was way too long, she’s throwing herself into the deep-end of writing & photo-art from her eerie the Okanagan, BC. Work can be seen at EllipsisZineSpelkTupelo Quarterly, among others. You may find her here or @kryrawli.

THE OLD LADY WITH THE GOLD LAMÉ PUMPS by Kerry Rawlinson

I wonder if you remember her? Whenever we’d pop into the pub, the Old Cock and Bull, she was always sitting up at the bar. Because you loved that place, (not to mention their beer), we popped in pretty much every night. Beautifully dressed, always alone, the old lady would be perched on the high stool, sipping one of her limit of two glasses of beer. Nobody even talked to her, which I found odd. Occasionally her wig would be squiffy; her crimson lipstick slipping sideways. She’d look up into the bar mirror and fix it with a tissue. But…

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