Yesterday afternoon, I finished the first draft of another story set on the streets of Las Vegas. Tentatively titled “The House of Cards Began to Quiver,” this is one of the longer and, I think, and potentially stronger stories in the collection. (I now have eleven vignettes, flash-fiction pieces, and short stories total.)
My fiancée and I celebrated last night by taking a walk in the neighborhood, resting at a juice stand, and sharing a sushi dinner. Instant review of Sushi King in Antiguo Cuscatlán: slow service, but solid sushi.
