More than just waiting for the rain, this short story “tells of a man whose father’s stories may offer more truth than he ever realized.”
A reimagining of one of my other pieces of writing, a workshop filled with characters that keep returning to me, waiting for me to finish their story.
This flash fiction piece explores the desperation of being stranded (in this case, along a country road in a blizzard), and what we are capable of doing when faced with death.
My destiny (or fate or kismet … whatever word I use to describe it) comes on its own terms, often finding me when I am most unprepared.
Here’s what I know: at some point I worked in a laboratory, with a unicycle, and alongside people worthy of a story. Here is a piece of that pie (possibly apple).