Your Story

Not mine | Fiction | Fresh Soup

I’m writing this story exclusively for you. If you didn’t exist I’d probably be taking a nap or smoking a cigarette on the balcony right now. I don’t need this story anymore. Or any story. After forty years of writing, I’m made of nothing but stories: I breathe them, I spit them, I shit them. The last thing I need is yet another story to get stuck to th…