In 2013, I introduced Short Story Friday as a way to discuss individual short stories, whether e-short stories or short stories in collections, but I dropped the ball in 2014 and the feature has since disappeared from the blog.
In 2015, I’m relaunching this feature, but rather than discuss published short stories from collections or sold individually, I’ll be sharing snippets from my own fiction pieces, mostly short stories. In addition to the new business, Poetic Book Tours, I’ll be writing and submitting more of my own fiction and poetry this year.
I’ve decided to share some of that writing here, and you can feel free to leave your feedback on the pieces I share or not. I’ll leave that up to you, but know that I have a thick skin and can handle it if you don’t like it.
So today, here’s a little of what I’ve been working on:
I’ve been told that my eyes blink too frequently.
The diagnosis must be true because I only see glimpses most of the time. My brain must fill in the blanks to complete the images I see because sometimes I’ll be talking to someone with red hair on one side of their head and dark brown on the other.
Whether the blinking is because of my nearly dried out tear ducts or my fear of germs is anyone’s guess. But when I talk to you, I’m not flirting, batting my eyelashes like some love-sick pup.
Please feel free to share your thoughts on this snippet and let me know what you think is going on with this girl.