The past, now.
- Serenity
(Excerpts from a 12-page story, edited for years, unpublished.)
On the night of the accident, the couple next door was at it again. Jimmy pressed his face against the attic window, his nose smooshed up. He looked down over the row of azalea bushes in the grassy side-yard. He squinted at the couple’s house, on the [...]
- The new way of showing
I’m sitting in a hotel room in Paris and there are red flowers in the window and it’s raining. This hotel was recommended by the New York Times. It’s lovely, and Paris is lovely, but I’ve been so uncomfortable here. I’m terrified of French people. I’m living off some chocolates from Amsterdam which my boss [...]
