Enclosed please find my short story, Insatiable, for your consideration.

I am a Toronto-based writer whose work has appeared in 3AM, Tart City, MillenniumShift, The Sidewalk's End, Shadow Voices, Megaera, ShortStoryProse.Com, Fresh, Nuvein, Bloc Magazine (UK), Writers On Line (UK), The Danforth Review, EWGPresents, Tongue, The Writer's Hood, Miscellaneous, and in The Mazarin Conspiracy.

I appreciate your time and attention and look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,
Sari Colt

INSATIABLE
by
Sari Colt

I was working my usual 8 pm - 3am shift at the Tiki Bar when she walked in.

She had long jet black tresses, emerald green eyes, and the reddest lips that I had ever seen. All of us behind the bar couldn't stop staring at her. She was the most exquisite creature on earth, at least I thought so.

I had been living in Hollywood for about 6 years, which meant that I was rarely impressed by anything or anybody. But this woman, she was different.

Fortunately, she sat down on the stool right in front of me.

"What can I get you?" I said nervously.

She looked right into my eyes. I had to force myself to blink.

"One of those chocolate martinis, sweetie," she said. "And make yourself one too, while you're at it. It's on me."

I prepared her the most toxic chocolate martini known to mankind. She sipped from the glass, slowly, with her eyes fixed on me.

"What's your name?"

"Kylie," I replied, slowly.

"Nice to meet you, Kylie. I'm Nina."

Then I remembered that I had to be professional.

"Nina, can I get you anything else?" I asked, as I cleared away some glasses.

"I'd really like your phone number."

"Pardon?" I said, disbelieving.

Nina handed me a pen.

"You can write it out on this napkin."

My hand shook as I carefully printed out my home number. She folded the napkin and it disappeared inside her purse.

"Kylie, what time do you get off?"

"About 3," I said hesitantly.

"No problem, I'll wait for you. Now, go take care of your other customers."

I didn't realize it at the time, but it gave Nina great pleasure to order me around. And, like the obedient girl that I was, I did as I was told.

Editor's note: this is not the whole story.

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Issue: February 26 - March 5, 2001

Doyle
BY CHRISTOPHER CURRY

Psychoanalytic Analysis
RIVATIVE IN ANXIETY

Detective Dean
NONFICTION BY PAUL GRUBENS

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