Bethesda, Maryland, USA
Dear Nancy Drew
It's me. Your newest author.
I'm here to tell you it's time. To come out.
Of the closet you've spent decades in.
It must be getting old.
How long is Girl George willing to wait?
Or is Bess the one?
Whatever. Anything is possible.
That's why they call it fiction.
I've known for ages Ned Nickerson is window dressing.
Clever of my predecessors to use code.
Ned keeps his knickers on. Get it?
Hannah the housekeeper can't be trusted.
She'll sell your sorry ass to the tabloids soon.
Anything can happen. It's called fiction.
Don't go running to daddy.
Carson Drew, famous lawyer, no can do. Not in my book.
I can write anything I want about you. Even haiku:
her lover's face shifts
in its frame
I hope I've impressed you with my writing props.
Back to you. I have it on good authority. You were born this way.
A Carolyn Keene pseudonym tried to out you.
She got canned.
They can't get rid of me that fast. I've already got the title:
Nancy Drew, Lipstick Lesbian.
It only takes one author. One e-book. One voice.
Note: Previously published in KYSO Flash, 2016.