Wrote a Short Story that Doesn’t Suck
Finished my first complete literary thought in years, a mythic short story called “Darknesses & Glories.” I guess it’s good. I keep re-reading it over and over without vomiting.
The theme of “Darknesses” is relationship. The highs, the lows, the inevitability. The mythic tone lends itself to generalizing all of human experience. But when I read it, I just think about my sister Angie. The story could almost be an allegorical telling of our early meeting. Angie was the first person I remember loving me who didn’t have to. She was the first person, no matter how hard I pushed, wouldn’t budge.
Since then I have judged all love by these incredible standards and found most wanting. Until, that is, I met my son Langston. But that’s another story.
