…it was the chicken, which required a chicken card, which required not much more work than retelling a story already choked on–and then, of course, I choked, literally. Oh, and I didn’t win anything for my performance.
This year I’m not so certain which direction to move in, but whatever, I’m sure to figure out some angle to enter Geist’s 2006’s Postcard Contest. Last year I found the story first, and the postcard second. This summer I’m hoping to find the card first and perhaps the story will follow. Writing these short prose pieces keeps my faith that I may, some day, write another short story, or a novel. Or not.