And you can read it here!
I entered a literary contest and my piece didn’t win but I got to read it out loud anyway to bar crammed with word-hungry patrons. It was fun. People seemed to like it. So I figured I’d put it on the internet for all to see.
Now it’s Sunday morning. Eleven forty in the afternoon, actually. I just woke up. There’s still snow–at least a foot–covering the streets, sidewalks, rooftops, cars and abandoned bikes. The snow is grey and pockmarked with dog shit, cigarette butts, and the lids from the bottles of sports drinks. It’s Christmas in Bay Ridge.
Read the rest over at LitDrift.