They Love Me in Natick!
Some time ago I submitted a story, "The Lost Boy of Passadumkeag," to the Natick Center for Fine Art's fiction contest. And I won! Along with six other folks from the MA area. As a result anytime the name Natick comes up in conversation I interject, "They love me in Natick!"
While they didn't give me any cash, I was allowed to read before a public audience along with my fellow winners.
That was fun, except for the crazy lady who approached me at the end of the event and told me she objected to my use of first-person narrative. She found it "confusing." Uh-huh.
Anyway, here is a copy of the story, along with the other winning tales, which, if you believe my mother, stink when compared to my opus. That's my Mom: ready to malign others to make me feel even better about myself.
Read the story! Go here