hours like sparrows
My story "The Peaches Are Cheap" has just gone up at Hobart. It originally appeared in Monday Night, a lovely journal out of the San Francisco Bay Area. Now other people in the world--in cities that start with San or don't--may read it. Or may not. Mayn't?
It's a sad story; the characters could solve their existential crises if they just fried their peaches in a caramel sauce. Losers.
posted by Mike Young at 2:37 PM
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good stuff. i especially liked this line:
"The sun hits him like a cigarette ad."
Thanks, dude!
You're probably glad for SF right now--this ice storm shit is bonkers.
it's chilly over here, but, yeah, not bad. the only real regret i have in deciding not to move out of SF and to the east coast is that i'll still not have *real* seasons. i would really like to have real seasons--you know, 4 very distinctive times of year. that would be nice.
le sigh.
I really liked that. Great lines. It felt like you were writing about me and my brother.
Thanks, Daniel. =)
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