The Dead-Harry Quilt
When we sold the cottage all I wanted was the Dead-Harry quilt. You can have all the roosters I told my sister Kelly who would have taken them anyway. If I protested, she would have
February 4 / 5 min. read
THE COMMERCE PART
This is where I will sell nice little volumes of short stories. I have a lot of work to do before this happens. I don't mean the writing kind of work – that's the good kind – I mean the commerce kind for which I am entirely missing the knack.
This is where I will sell nice little volumes of short stories.
They will be called The Story Parade, Volume 1, etc.
I have a lot of work to do before this happens and I don't mean
the writing kind. I mean the Amazon kind which I have the
opposite personality for. (This applies to commerce in general.)
I hope you enjoy these stories, or floats as I like to call them.
I think of the stories in The Story Parade as floats. Each of them are meant to steal your heart from the last like floats in a parade. This is a forward-moving parade, so everything here is brand new. I'll be posting weekly. Or so. Very short pieces, mostly. Some of these have been previously published in Open Arts Forum and Silver Magazine. Thank you for reading.
Any writer will tell you it's a lonely pursuit – it's joyous when it works, excruciating when it doesn't – but it's a lonely pursuit. By subscribing, you make it less so. When you subscribe I hear a little cheer – a dose of encouragement – and it's infinitely nicer to dole out these little floats of joy and love and anguish and tragedy when I know you're listening.
As long as they are appropriately credited,
please feel free to share any of these stories.