Everyone has them. The after-waking nightmares: dates called Datemares. I didn’t get married until later in life. I have lots of material. Thank you for taking the time to read my tales.
My latest entry into this chaotic world of singlehood is a flash piece, “Summer, 1979” and was published in Fictive Dream, appropriately, in August, 2021. It’s the story of a desperate teen, who finds herself in a situation that was probably all too common back in the day. Grateful to the editor, Laura Black, for selecting my hormone-addled yarn.
My story was published in the December 2021 print issue of this lit mag that’s out of Virginia.
The story features a romance between a retired elevator repairman and a young blind woman who plays guitar. The narrative is based on a couple I used to see in my condo complex.
This is my first published story about a hideous date. Inspired, of course, by true events.
This story centers on an advertising art director and a graphic designer, who meet online and decide to have dinner. Innocuous, right?