Out in the world, no one sleeps. No one, no one.No one sleeps.—Federico García Lorca, "Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)"Madrid 2007. Sometime after 3 am. In six hours, I'll be discussing ... [+]
Kristy Roser Nuttall's story, "Squiggle Monster," was originally published in Short Edition’s October '19 Rendez-Vous. Kristy can be found storytelling and sharing poetry at the Tree Art Gallery in Orem, Utah or exploring the outdoors with her four sons, Isaac, Levi, Ty, and Xander.
Lydia hugged her new purple sketchbook, pens, pencils, watercolors, and paintbrushes. She jumped and twirled at the thought of making her very own ART. But when she opened the sketchbook, Squiggle Monster grabbed onto her pencil and went squealing, slipping, and sliding all over the page. Squiggle Monster took perfectly nice flowers and jiggled them into loopy piles of spaghetti. She took happy trees and wiggled them into a maze of mischief. Lydia stomped her foot."Stop it Squiggle Monster!" she cried. Squiggle Monster just blinked her squiggly eyes, and her wiggly tummy jiggled with giggles.L