“Butter, Bank Robbery, and the Ever-Encroaching Existential Fear of Aging”

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 […]