Thanks to editor Sheldon Lee Compton for sharing my story “Lost and Found” at his online literary site, Revolution John, this second-to-last day of 2020.
Like all of my work, like all of any writer’s work, it begins as a spore that takes root in our brain and pushes out tendrils until it starts eating up consciousness and time and energy poured through fingers into a keyboard. Eventually, it is born. Without further nurture or a parole hearing, it will live in obscurity.
For the story, and its parent, nothing is sweeter than the light of day. Stepping beyond the walls of captivity and into the light. That’s the first step. Maybe someone will greet it. Maybe not. At least the story now has a chance.