I’m working on a new short story.
It’s complete at only just over 2,000 words. It’s not a masterstroke, but I think it’s pretty cute, and at least an interesting read. I’m editing it now.
It’s called “Butter, Bank Robbery, and the Ever-Encroaching Existential Fear of Aging”. (For neatness’s sake, I’ll be tagging it as “Butter Bank Robbery” on this blog to save room.)
Here’s a collage: