welcome to the commerce zone, where somebody else will accept your money in exchange for my writing. it’s crass, I know, but this is the world we live in.
do you like obscure Appalachian holiday myths and lovingly-described cannibalism? “cozy” is a misnomer for my story in this anthology.
for weeks, two men trade books from across the library stacks. never speaking, never seeing each other, they’re both searching for something they don’t know how to put into words. so they let the books do the talking – until one of them finally reaches through the bookshelf to take the other’s hand.
