I’ve started a new thing I’m calling Short Story Sunday. I’m releasing some of my older stories to celebrate my upcoming Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine debut.
I’m a little bit nervous, and a little bit excited, and a little bit stressed, and a little bit proud.
Because it marks a new phase in my writing career, and for some reason, releasing fiction feels riskier than non-fiction. Though I expect it won’t take long for publishing stories to feel as ordinary as publishing blog posts.
My plan is to publish a new story here each Sunday (thus Short Story Sunday). It’ll be available free, for one week, and then replaced by another.
If you miss it, you can read the replacement story (for free!), or if you like the sound of it, click the links to buy the ebook or the cutest little pocket print book.
Don’t worry if you miss one, there will always be one here to read, but you’ll need to pop back and check the Short Stories page to see what it is.
So, without further ado, here’s the first short story off the rank.
A speculative romantic fantasy of a love that lasts lifetimes.
She saw Him in a dimly lit restaurant booth. Repellent, yet fascinating.
Elbows on the table. Holding a glass of red wine. Watching her over the rim.
When she looked again. He was gone.
No sign He was ever there.
She misses Him already.