My odd, little flash story, "A Box of Winter," about Robert Redford is up at Flash Fiction Online! I worked hard on it and would love nothing more than for you to stop by and hang out with Bob and me for a bit--we're all cozied up together, like I always dreamed. In all seriousness, the story, written long before the election, feels more significant to me now than ever. The first few lines are below, but you can read the whole (quick) affair by clicking here.
"I was watching a documentary about Robert Redford when Robert Redford walked in. He was still dusted over with snow from skiing. In my paint covered jeans and beanie, Is howed him around the house. He lifted things gently and asked questions. I answered carefully. ‘Over there is a music box I’ve had since I was a baby.’ He wound the little box, and it played a warbly tune. ‘Here is a stone from the Great Kei River in South Africa.’ He held the stone . . ."
With great thanks, too, to editor Suzanne Vincent, for whose wise edits I am incredibly grateful.