One of my favorite short stories is Rebecca Rule’s “Yankee Curse.” Here is how it begins:

“At School District Meeting, Miranda knits. May your neighbors steal from your wood pile, Mort Wallace.The points of her flexi-needle slide in and out of the heavy burgundy wool. May they incinerate their garbage in a barrel at your property line. And may the wind blow in your direction.” As Miranda knits, the vitriol inside her toward her neighbor grows ever more toxic – and funny. No one in the meeting has any idea of the rage Miranda is harboring, especially as Mort Wallace gets up to speak.

Read the entire story on Chris’s website: