Posted on July 22, 2010 Updated on April 5, 2011
(I’ve pulled this story in order to spiffy it up and submit it to literary journals. I’ll let you know when and where it gets published.)
This entry was posted in Excerpts/Stories and tagged 500 Club, Coldplay, Dex Raven, fiction, flash fiction, microfiction, Parking Lot Confessional, Shiver.
OMG Amy, you are so freakin’ good. Never doubt yourself, girl. Your details, your word choice, all so excellent. I am so there when I read your stuff—feeling, seeing, hearing, smelling. I really admire your work.
Ooh! I was in post-prandial nodding-off mode when I opened this. Soon shot to attention! Poignant, desolating loneliness, but not desperate. Soft and warm instead. Only the cat really knows of course. As cats do. Beautiful.
This story is absolutely captivating. If you took this, along with your Buddy short and threw in some more of this brand of ghost stories, I would by a hundred copies and force them on strangers at the coffee shop.
Don’t you ever stop writing.
I’m shell-shocked. That is one of the most gratifying and delightful pieces of fiction I’ve read in a while…and I read good stuff, mind you.
I enjoyed it immensely.
Ah, this was exquisite! I’m glad you shared it on Twitter.
I’m pretty overwhelmed by all of your comments. Thank you for reading and saying such encouraging things about my writing. I can’t begin to tell you how timely or what a shot in the arm they are. Thank you so much.
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