“Happy Valentine’s Day!” I say happily, clinking my wine glass with that of the sexy guy opposite me. I’m dressed in a short, slinky black dress, translucent seamed stockings and extra-high heels (much to my boyfriend’s chagrin), whilst the handsome man opposite me is wearing a smart suit with a bright white shirt and a plain grey tie.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Stuart says, sipping his wine with one hand whilst his other hand links his fingers with mine. “This is absolutely PERFECT.”

A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?

A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?

A New Direction

Sydney Moya

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Chapter 12

A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?

A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?

A pastor in a conservative Christian denomination is faced with a boy who feels he is a girl inside. Which will he choose: his Church's teaching? Or a child's life?

“I shall see you on Tuesday!” Hannah giggles as she drops me off outside my former college. “Give my love to the rest of the ‘Teen Angels’. Oh- and enjoy your long, loooong weekend!”

“Will do!” I laugh, straightening my short skirt and opaque black tights as I step out of the car and stride into the dining hall of the large building. I breathe a sigh of relief that my work is over for another week- not that I don’t still enjoy it, of course, but it IS hard work, and I’m REALLY looking forward to three free days to spend with my friends… Especially Sarah.

“Mr. Henry, You can’t!” I yell at the young man opposite me as he brandishes his gun.

“This man betrayed my family, left us for dead,” the man says. “He deserves no better than to die like the dog he is.”

“But he’s my father!” I plead.

“Then you are the daughter of a traitor,” the young man coldly says, pulling the trigger. A loud ‘pop’ and a flash of light fills the room, and the man standing next to me falls to the floor, clutching his chest.

“No! Father!” I yell, spreading my long, elaborate dress beneath me as I kneel down beside the stricken man.

Author’s Note: The following stories were originally published in the “TG Mixed Tape” flash fiction anthologies. As readers of those collections know, many of my contributions detail incidents in the life of Nina, a young trans woman. If you haven’t read these stories, enjoy. If you have, I hope that you take the time to revisit and find re-reading them back-to-back a different, richer experience.

Chesil Beach.

By

Angharad.

This story was written for the 2015 Gabycon in Dorchester.