Dan Wickett’s Emerging Writers Network reminded me that this is Short Story Month. Therefore, it’s time to point you to Charles May’s wonderful blog, Reading the Short Story. All three sites will be fun detours this month as they attract attention to the new, the prizewinning, and the overlooked.
One of my favorite story authors is H.C. Hsu, whose short works are evocative and disconcerting. This brief excerpt is taken from the story “What Else” in Love is Sweeter:
The teenager turned her head to Renee, slipped the earphones off, tossed her hair to the side, and looked at her. A pair of big, clear, moss green eyes, ponds of which one could see straight through to the bottom.
“Could you watch my bag for a second?” Renee asked, getting up to set her bag on the chair.
It was a soft voice. Supple, like down, delicate, feminine. But it was definitely a male voice.
Renee couldn’t help catching another glimpse of the face from which the voice stemmed, a stalk of dandelion, words blown into the wind. It was a very elegant face. Long, white like a pumpkin seed, thin pale pink lips. Green eyes, hair the color of a wildfire in an autumn forest—striking, was the word that came to mind.