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Apr 24th 2012
The story, itself
So. Short fiction.
I'm getting increasingly interested in what short fiction looks like now, with the increasing use of e-readers and the like. Makes sense that there should be a vast outpouring of short stories fluttering through the air, ready to pick up and read at a moment's notice for a nominal fee.
It's perfect, really. A self-contained, complete experience, ready to pick up over a coffee break and put down before your coffee cools. I know that we're seeing it with flash-fiction, but I'd like to think that the good old-fashioned short story can find its place.
Anyway, I've decided to give it a try with
The Ballad of the Wayfaring Stranger and the Dead Man's Whore
. It's North Carolina in high summer, when the cicadas scream loud enough to drown out speech. It's the gas station where nobody stops. It's a pretty girl singing "In the Pines" while she waits for her beau to finish sharpening his razor.
It's a good time, and it's a self-contained experience that costs less than a buck.
Come on in.
Saved a seat for you by the fire
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