You know that scene in Pulp Fiction, when John Travolta and Uma Thurman are at Jack Rabbit Slims, and Uma goes to the bathroom, only to come back and see that her food has arrived?
I’m kind of feeling like that right now. See, I spent a few days in Maine, away from technology (I’m not a cellphone guy, really, and had no internet connection), and now that I’m home, I find that I have two new publications out there in the big, wide world.
decomP magazinE was kind enough to run my micro-fiction piece, “Big Country,” in their August issue. You can read—or listen to—the story right here.
Also, my review of the short story collection War Stories just went live at Rain Taxi. Interested parties can find my thoughts by clicking here.
Benjamin Woodard 