About the work

A closer look.

Tell me one real thing that happened to you. I write a short story back around it, in your own register, and hold the angle all the way through. One included revision, delivered within seven days. I do not publish your memory anywhere without your say-so. A taste, written from a public post: someone opened a shop, and the thing that stayed with me was smaller than the sale. The problem was never the work, she said. It was that the street was empty. That is the register: small, plain, yours.