“I was born in the city of Bombay… once upon a time”

This first-liner comes from Salman Rushdie’s novel Midnight’s Children, a book I’ve not read yet but would like to soon.

Another benefit of cranking out stories a such a rapid rate is that I’m learning things about myself as a writer.  For example, many of the problems in my stories focus on death or illness.  I tend to use children a lot, even if it’s not a kid’s story–I also tend to write exotic animals into my stories, though not so much lately.

And though I recognize that I keep circling the same core issues and subjects, I don’t seem to be able to do anything about it.  Thus, today’s story does incorporate illness.  And a kid.  But nobody dies.  Hooray!

Hope you enjoy this one!

April 12 – Fairy Fingers

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