Ok. If you haven’t been over to Crossed Genres Magazine to read my first-ever published story, “The Rum Cake Runner,” please go do so. It’s short. It’s (hopefully) fun. I’m immensely proud of it.
And while you’re there, read the other stories from the December issue. They’re great.
And in case you need a teaser, below is the entire story in a short poem. (In my Spotlight Author Interview I talk a bit about how sometimes I outline in verse. Because I’m strange. And I like to rhyme.) SPOILERS ahead.
Round and through old asian ladies, shopping
totes full to the brim, a wee olive-skinned
boy with a stash quit two lawmen bopping
along in his trail. The goons twisted, pinned
by the contraband-scenting mutts they held
tight on eLeash. The market browsers thinned
deliberately lagging, letting boy meld
into the bustling horde of produce
bazaar. The pigs and their dogs, not dispelled,
came yet, flashing badge and fang to induce
rabble to move, which they did, albeit
still slowly. Success! Small runner reduced
to a speck in the crowd. The cops credit
was met so they stopped and groaned a fake sigh
over the missed lad, his bootleg packet
of sweet goods. Their mock chase, their outcry,
crooked– for they knew the baker’s young son
needed precinct sweet teeth (and cash) to buy
the final cannoli and cream saffron
cakes. He would swing by them last to be sure
that he took home his pastry bag barren
and his pockets full.