Sneak peek Beside Myself
Here’s a sneak peak at my newest short story, “Beside Myself.” It will appear in my […]
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Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from his nephew’s coffin bouncing in the seat beside him.

— Small Things, Chapter 39