Back in the early to mid-‘90s when I was writing and submitting serious short fiction, or what I would categorize now as ‘sh*t no one wanted to read‘ I found a champion of my work on the Internet.
Maybe just change the color of their coats
When everyone you know tells you go to the doctor – go to the doctor
We have come a long way from standing on a hillside buying each other a Coke
He sat at the piano, the perpetual cigarettes in the ashtray just above the piano keys — each devoured in two long draws