The tumor is cured.
I don't need to have it's vestiges lying around. More importantly, I don't want strangers asking me how I am.
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A prize for short fiction
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One of the good things that happened over the last year: my short story,
‘Zinnias in the Graveyard’, won third prize (shared with Brecht De
Poortere) at th...
1 month ago
