Summer 2022. Maria tells me about a microfiction contest. Naïve me takes the bait. “A story in 400 words or fewer?! How could you even...” I trailed off. My first attempt was “The Wind,” a sordid Hitchcock & Bradbury meet mutated-haiku tale set on an idylic college campus. It’s particularly terse, fewer than 300 words. … Continue reading The Chill Bill Contingency →