Julia (pt. 1, draft 1)

I didn’t bleed.  I was supposed to.  It was May 23^rd, a Wednesday.  It always comes on the 23^rd like clockwork.  The little blue pills tell me so.

"I'm not a duke." "Not a duke?" "I'm a writer." "A writer??"

i'm not a duke, nor a princess, nor anyone with any fantastic abilities.  i can't fly, i can't bi-locate, i can't make coffee very well.  i'm just a writer.