I went to the tiny town of Laugarvatn in southern Iceland to spend a month at an artists colony writing a novel. Little did I know that I was about to become re-re-obsessed with Bobby Fischer. I initially became obsessed with Bobby Fischer back in …
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The Cello
(Note: The Cello is a short short story I wrote last year. It was published in Flash Fiction Magazine.)
Doug waited in the audience for his wife’s cello to appear, in the arms of a young man named Christopher Hsieh, according to the concert program.
He had met them – his wife and her cello, that is – sixty-one years ago, at a performance of the Dutch Symphony Orchestra.
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For my very first post ever, as I create this website, I thought I should say something really profound. So I decided to tackle the age-old question above.
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