Whatever, hairy guy

My story “Chasing the Ferret” has been published at The Northville Review.

Quack, went my computer. My officemate Tara and I always tried to outdo each other with the dumbest alert sounds, like fart noises or snippets of awful songs, but even the funniest ones got old fast. The decrepit-sounding duck meant I had new email. It was from my manager, Renee.

I’ve been a big fan of The Northville Review for some time now. They publish some amazing writing; I couldn’t ask for a better home for this story. It’s one that is near and dear to my heart. Maybe because I once had a job like that, and an apartment like that, and a neighbor with a ferret, although that’s pretty much where the resemblance to reality ends. It was fun weaving in all kinds of odd little scenes and details into this story.

After another twenty minutes of checking boxes and clicking OK, I decided to call it a day and catch the early bus home. It was already pretty full and I had to sit next to some hairy guy reading a paperback. I tried to see what it was, but he gave me a look. Like I know you’re looking at my book, but I don’t want to acknowledge it, so I’m just going to glance your way for half a second and then lean away from you, you inappropriately nosy person. Totally passive-aggressive. Then again I’d probably do the same thing if that guy was staring at my book.

I hope you’ll go read the whole thing!