The Unicorn

by Ashley Kalagian Blunt October 15, 2018

Lane Cove is where individuality goes to die. Lane Cove isn’t interested in your ideas, unless your ideas are how to be more like everybody else in Lane Cove. The Unicorn is Lane Cove’s natural enemy. The Unicorn is knee-high socks, stripped crimson and yellow. The Unicorn is a purple taffeta tutu, a t-shirt with the bust of a rainbow-maned unicorn, and Baby Spice hair, two bobbles, symmetrical as shit. The Unicorn is neon-purple Geri-Spice-circa-1996 platform shoes. The Unicorn is shade-matched purple lipstick and lingering cigarette smoke. The Unicorn is what you might call large. The Unicorn doesn’t care that you might call her large, or anything else you might call her. The Unicorn is fierce. The Unicorn is 237 pounds of fierceness and cleavage glitter. The Unicorn strides down Lane Cove’s main road of a Sunday afternoon. The Unicorn has places to be. The Unicorn has a richer interior life than all the sheeple of Lane Cove combined. The Unicorn is also rich fiscally, she swears, but the Unicorn now realizes she’s left her wallet at home, and she has chosen you to give her change for bus fare. The Unicorn doesn’t take no for an answer. The Unicorn wants you to know that you could rock electric blue eyeliner. Seriously. The Unicorn provides value for money. Bow and receive her benediction.

About the Author:

Ashley Kalagian Blunt is an award-winning writer. She’s been published by Griffith Review, the Sydney Review of Books, Kill Your Darlings, and more, and her non-fiction work Full of Donkey: Travels in Armenia was shortlisted for the 2017 Kill Your Darlings Unpublished Manuscript Award.

About the Artist:

Chris Roberts is a mixed-media artist in Waukee, Iowa.